As your eyes are helplessly drawn to the brilliant yellow hue that
encompasses it perfectly round mold
you wonder
where it might have been
what it might have seen
that it must stand abandoned and alone,
Stripped of its freedom and sense of worth as it
suffocates under the grip of
the millions of green shards that surround.
Without fear nor hesitation
You reach out your hand to take hold
and thrust your arm towards the sky
Only to realize
That as it quickly escapes through your fingertips,
It mocks you
Rising higher and higher above your head,
Running farther and farther away
It will never come back to thank you.
