and time ticks,
starting to elicit
new voices,
new dreams and new places
to eventually explore.

all it takes 
is the awknowledgement
that the problems
aren't so few
as to ignore them.

and we completely
walk along the concrete...
until we drop off the dock
and cry the stories were wrong

...no ending is ever this happy,
no start is ever the trampoline
you hoped it would be.

cause flying to the sky isn't easy...