The Array

You have to succeed your parents tell you,

You must do well your parents say,

But did they ever stop to think,

About your happiness day by day?

 

Be healthy they say, don’t eat junk,

Be safe they say, don’t do stupid stuff,

You must do well your parents say,

So absorbed in your health, 

That they never stopped to think,

About your happiness day by day.

 

Over time a gray blanket wraps itself around you,

Where you lay, dying slowly, day by day.

A little pain prickles inside you,

Where it slays you day by day,

It takes you over, with no delay.

 

And then it’s over.

The pain inside subsides,

The gray blanket is slowly pulled away.

A beautiful fae takes your hand to show you the way,

And leads you into the array.