Adult's World

Adult’s World

 

Every morning I kill a bird

before it has a chance to sing

leave my angels asleep in peace

and step into an adult’s world.

 

You told me your plans the night before

of dances thought of for the dawn

but they do not include a part for me

for I must drag into the adult’s world.

 

I want to stay and count the flowers

instead of watching minutes drip into hours

but it’s the hours I trade that buy the bricks

that pave the graves in the adult’s world.