MAY (youth).

Come on, come on, come on Play with me, Sun setting in an hour Gotta be home before dark, Gotta eat dinner and shower Ain't been the same since that car crash, Couped up inside, might DoorDash Shocked at the turn of a new day, Still blue faced, filled with haste I linger, what a damn waste Faded dreams with the faint scent of sativa Maybe I need a breather Are you an opportunity? Or are you the reaper? Said she a soul reaver, Maybe I should believe her, Next up or next out? Said I ain't sure I'm either, Bathing in all this ether, My tears trickle down the papyrus, My melodies are infectious, A sychophantic kinda virus Why do you desire us? I've been stuck tryna reconcile, thus My childhood self waves in the mirror, With that, unsure smile, And that, horrible fade, And that, pushed back hairline, Eyes, starting to jade, His, glasses all crooked, Told him he's a good kid, Told him he's a good kid. Tell him he's a good kid. Told him he's a good kid. Tell him he's a good kid. Told him he's a good kid. Tell him he's a good kid. Told him he's a good kid.