Problems-

Do you ever wish to curl up,

Beneath a tree or in a cave,

Away, away from all of this?

To fly in waves of freedom,

Somewhere cheerful not beheaving,

Past the graves of those of past,

Past the tearful faces deareth.

Past the oaks a bit- not fast.

Run and run until there none,

Trip a bit and hop back up,

Soon there won’t even be sun!

Darkness, darkness’ not behaving.

Running from the problems waving!

Curl up, Beneath a tree,

Wilting, wilting, wilting down!

Burning in a fire- stop.