Being put into words feels like when a child tugs on a balloon to keep it from floating away
Back to the earth, back into existence
A grounded human void of compliments or consequence
When described, a human is allowed to be real
Your stone cold faces and dreary eyes allow for no happenings
Say a name! Stumble upon an enjoyable characteristic and let them know.
Drag these people back to earth with your kind words and full smiles
Make existence a reality for beings grasping and struggling to be identified
Cold gnarled teeth seek to crush them to dust
Let the wind take care of the rest
All we are is more than that!
That's why I demand: fight back.
Be wary of the dreary eyes and the cold gnarled teeth for your own sake
Be a bright red balloon tied to a very, very happy child