Falling


Stone walls
falling down in front of me.
Wood beams.
Where is my pink hard hat?
Crazy life.
When will I regain my sanity?

The sky is falling.
The sky is falling.

Chicken Little
says run away and hide.
No acorn,
just oak trees from the sky.
My heart
will land beside that cloud.

The sky is falling.
The sky is falling.

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