when the sunny side up is all we seek.
We hide in the s p a c e s between our ribs,
the counting numbers and the eating fibs.
We hide in the wake of boats passing by,
over the oceans that we cried.
We hide in the country, in the patriotic pride
when all we really want is someone by our side.
I still believe in magical faeries,
where the good guys always win.
I still believe in the beauty we wield
but I regret,
ever starting to.