Up in the High winds
Never have I seen them there
Can they come back down?



Throbbing at my heart
Suddenly making them clear
Now noticeable



Never in one shape
Joy, fantasy and much more
Is what their made off



No blocking is allowed
As it makes its appearance
As the handicapped



Bright sun and green lands
Smiles light up our new faces
Ready for some fun



Boom, Crash, Broom, Crash Scream
Eyes fall on me at their will
dark stares, wicked grins



Never Let it stop
Can these things please become real
Can I have my Dreams?



Please I’m Terrified
Make them stop, Please make them stop!
Nightmares go away!