"Running to the top, ready to watch the show"
Running to the top, ready to watch the show.
Seeing no view--only dark,
Millions of balloons, pop, pop, pop,
Flashes of brit light, white and stark.
Rumble and tumble,
Bowling over pins in the sky,
Pushing the shock from billow to billow,
Making the heavens cry.
Now, stumbling back down,
Surfing the mud to safety,
Flailing aimlessly, moving quick and hasty,
Wide eyes, sheer terror, no room for being dainty.
Face to puddle,
Such pain on impact.
Looking up, hurt and befuddled,
Greeted by the smiling moon:
No more storm, no more gloom.
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