Where are you now, little girl?
You didn't talk to wolves
But it seems that you are missing.
I think I packed you up by mistake,
Put you in storage with the clown
You were afraid of.
He's not so bad, you know,
Though I admit that his grin is disturbing,
But at least he didn't hide his ferocity,
Which is more than I can say
For the things that scare me now.
Put you away, little girl,
But I kept out your grim imagination.
Bet you never would have guessed
That the word "tomorrow"
Can be the scariest thing in the world.
Stay dry, little girl,
I'm going to need to borrow your blind faith
Tomorrow.
-srw
5/3/99