It watched the boy
The young boy
The old soul
It saw him
Every part
He had too much
good
He had too much
evil
He saw too much
So he thought too much
The world was too big
And he too small
To conjure up motive to try

It watched the girl
The young girl
The old soul
She had flowers in her hair
And fire in her eyes
She felt too much
she felt too little
She escaped too much
she was too big
And the world too
Little

It saw them both
They were extremes
Happiness was once theirs
In their innocence
In their dreams
Sadness is what they own now
It took over after their 1s, 2s, 3s
It feels permanent
It just might be

It sees them
So it asks them
If you can't be happy
If you don't find that light
If ignorance cannot be bliss
Will it be enough to be content?

They didn't answer