snow globe [golden levers]

the temperature started dropping

and suddenly it's all winter out

doesn't change the fact that it's raining

it's just all frozen and floating

slow.

not flooding.

shaking my head like a snowglobe

waiting for the words to settle

settle down.

and so i said, like some old grumpy man

with an abrupt tongue

"i'm too old for this"

hand on the golden lever

waiting for an excuse to press it down

and instantly became 17

with the world gaping ahead

and the school days sitting there like a monument

"i am much too young for this"

hand on the golden lever

waiting for an excuse to press it down

and then the door would creak open

and i'd slip through that crack

let the unknown engulf me like the black of night

armed with a flashlight and hope it doesn't quit

the burst of cold snapped me back

still waiting with bated breath

a twisted laugh escapes when no one is looking

because who knows what will really happen when it cracks