Trying to explain a rainbow to a child
Why we need so many bullets is mind bending.
Life can not be measured by the years you fill
Comes a time when blindness is a skill
Going up when you are old makes a creaking sound
Flying over, gliding numb on time that has no when
swooning over shiny objects, misconceiving questions blinded by reflection, another meeting falters since bullet points have been denounced, foolish puffins flailing at the air