Cost of Knowing
The easiest answers are the most expensive
If we’re measuring in pints or quarts
I’m not sure how much my donation will get me
I don’t feel like writing a poem.
I know that somethings are expensive
Easy was always there
There was hope and a lot more white
Is there anything more scary than not knowing?
I like to think I’ve learned my peace
That I’ve achieved a wisdom from my age
I like to think that over the years, certain
I am 20.
I don’t know how much time I have left
I like to let God decide
I don’t much mind the silly
I don’t want a decision, I want to live.
The apple the apple
On that fated tree
I will write in bows
I don’t care.
I’d like to dance
And whittle around
I’d like to run like a rainbow and somersault of cliffs and become more than a dragon fairy
I just want to live my life well, and all of can stay just as dead as it was before.
I’m a little teapot short and stout
Here is my handle
Here is my spout
Being small is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.
Will you save me
Red haired woman?!
I am delightful and so much happier when I’m real.
I may not be White Knight
At least I know how to ride a horse!
With all this armor though, riding will never run its course!
Do you know where I can get some more froyo?
I’m not certain what it at stake
Will the dragon take my soul?
I’d like to tame that steely wench
Wait—hold up. You made ME the dragon?
- Ok, let me break this down for you:
- Don’t care
- Still happy
- Gonna say it as much as I want, saying it more makes it more true in my book
- Even if it never needed said
- I like to sit and write this with blankets
- I like to do it in bed.
- I’m going to tell you a whole bucket of symptoms
- Because I made them up.
- How about we ditch all of this scripted nonsense
- You can keep it.
Haley, THE DRAGON