so pretty, though wrapped in paper
warm and soft like in her bed
so sacred, though scarred and scary
like the soft spot on a baby's head
I take my life seriously
like baby plants crawling up through the sidewalk
or the orange, orange sky on Easter ten years ago
making me feel inferior and small
it may always stand over me, towering and tall
and all i can do is my best
so surrender your heart to the benign indifference
of this world you currently live in
and search for holes in all of your thinking
but watch your step because you might fall in
and start making bad decisions
like me