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Patchwork

Are the easy things getting harder?
Are there now reasons the sun rises?

I never bothered with them before.

Are there places on the playground too high to fall from?
Are there people unworthy of my trust?

They all seemed to live up to it when I was short.

Have I learned too much?  Is the world undone?
The picture is in my head.
The pieces are smaller than ever.
The whole was easier than its parts.
I will sing my song,
The sun will smile me home once more.