by Marisa Crane

Created on: April 18, 2008

We were hanging out in fields of shame,
the wise man said
when we went to him to complain
about our petty problems.

The grass is growing higher,
and we remain scared
that we won't escape the fire
soon to surround us.

The time that we've wasted
burning up and burning out,
rivals the tears that we've tasted
in the absence of warmth.

A bright smile amongst all the frowns
might save us after all
from having too many breakdowns,
because it's been a long time coming.

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