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