little fingers reach for the moon,
but catch empty space instead;
little toes ache for freedom,
but sink deeper into the sand.
little lungs breathe in and out,
a stubborn exhale and expand;
little teeth smile and frown,
an invitation to a foreign land.
my heart burns and blisters,
wanting what it cannot have;
but my brain sings and whistles,
when i consider what i have instead.
my eyes, they sting and water,
powered by emotion’s command;
but my voice calls out:
“oh, the joy in a world unplanned!”