oh, they dream they dream by day look at them stood atop a field of daisies always reaching so far, like their hands could break off at any moment arms stretching to catch the wind it's the only thing they'll trust eyelashes fluttering, ribs expanding, breathe, they keep breathing they're drifting don't stop them don't tell them to come home don't box them don't let them know you feel alone don't love them aren't they beautiful? aren't they broken? please don't scare them a drifter scared, is a drifter lost and yet again, we've lost them