pipe down.
a kite is flying over the wall
as the sun make way for its night’s lover
and sky bleeds of the color red
pipe down.
a dream, ripe, clouding a child’s head
in time, the kid will weave this wish of theirs
stay within the mold, they said
dream has its limit, they fret
what they don’t realize
like a kite, dream can always float as long as the sky allows them
and the sky always allows them
pipe down
but dream, aloud
