Full of hope

The yellow glow is you. to my quickening mind.

You may read them when they calm down.

Similar to fridge magnets,

Arranging bright letters in a manner reminiscent of childhood’s simplicity and ease.

Using cautious hands,

You say “hope” To some,

My ideas were written in hieroglyphics.

Not worth the effort to understand.

I’ve been moving at full speed for a very long time.

And the path I’m on is exhausting.

When night falls, there are no streetlights.

I pose a threat to society.

I terrify the people walking by.

They are aware of events.

If they approach too closely

You cause me to lag enough to once more appreciate the surroundings.

Yes, who knew?

The sun will always shine, and the grass was green on all sides.