Will You

Tell me of colorful floating balloons and soaring kites and a magical afternoon. Of Ice cream and cotton candy, and friendly faces, each smiling and happy. Share with me hope and possibilities, things that cancel all I have become. Tell of innocent children and all they imagine, creating stories for all or some. Refresh my being and wash my pain with the breath of great anticipation, for I am drawn and hungry from the mundane succulents I face. So good friend, tell me, I want release from this strife. Tell me of things worth being for, your words will save my life. So tell me..