somewhere across the river

there’s a mirror reflection on the bank

standing, reaching,

his hand gently brushing the sand,

wondering if the land on the other side is any

different

if the grass is any greener

if the trees are any taller

if the flowers are any prettier

if the sun is calmer, a little sweeter

instead of beating down aggressively

with a whip down on his back

he reaches and reaches

wondering if the moon would take him in

and if the stars would listen

to the thousands of words

he kept away hidden

i look across the river

and see a boy at the bank

standing, reaching

i stand too

reaching, reaching

my hand gently brushing the sand

wondering if the land on the other side is any

different

if the grass is any greener

if the trees are any taller, any stronger

if the rocks are any tougher

if the mountains are any higher

if the moon is any happier, less lonely

instead of crying and clinging onto me

i am only one person

“let go of me”

reaching, i’m reaching

wondering if the sun would take me in

and help me find me

i stand begging

“please take me in”