Picnic

Me am I flying high

Or should I

Wish I was in the rye

How to find

Am I the catcher or the child

Should I run or should I yell

What thought

Is for searching till the ray runs out

I won’t cull those flowers

On the tree

I won’t fly above

The field of mansions

Though I wanna touch the railing on the roof

I feel like everyone's there, too.

So until

The hill beyond the bridge of wood