Would it matter if I ran to you
legs pumping heart beating
arms open wide?
Would you say you wish you made it
and then tell me that you tried
but it was out of your control?
Will my happy ever after
appear out of nowhere
the way the music told me?
Will I have to crawl and beg
gobble up the crumbs thrown my way
and swallow with a smile?
When this black fog lifts
will the sun shine down on me
leading me out of this darkness?
Will this black fog darken
thicken as it chokes me
laughing as it sees me crumble?
Will it matter either way?