There was something almost tragic
about the way you pretended you didn't care what people thought of you,
some sort of relinquished magic,
and in your actions,
I could tell,
although wondrous flowers grew inside of you,
poisonous roots did as well,
These vices of fear,
or fake fearlessness,
helped to create
a grand, humorous mess
and watching this,
watching you,
was like watching the summer sky at noon,
what a spectacular view