Sometimes I remember a secret wish I once had
To paint the stars black
So that I would never again seek hope in their shining
So that I would never climb so high again
Because sometimes I remember the pain of falling.
Sometimes I hear secret grownup words,
Bipolar,
Manic --
Lost;
Sometimes when I am falling hard enough I listen.
And sometimes I catch fire in the sudden blaze of the North Star
And cannot hear grownup whispers of defeat
Over the crackle in the gritting of my teeth.