Feet On The Ground

Those feet should be firmly on the ground little one

So why do you run?

Those fists should be held firmly in place

So why are they waved in my face?

Those eyes should be full of hope and wonder

So why are they full of destruction, like lightning with thunder?

That back should be straight and always strong

So why is it crooked? What's wrong little child? What's wrong?

That presence should be calming, welcoming and kind

So why is it uncomforting? Is there something you cannot find?