FERNS AND JEWELS by K. L.
The colors you make
The risks you take
Or how the sky changes,
into one of blue blood or white collars
Where you stand out
Or you fit in
But never one in between
Yet there’s space
A place of harmony
A group six that never sleep
That lay awake and seek the need
For life, and question, hope and matter
Who let that mic drop clatter
We were the shadows in the night
And were the angles of the bright
And liked to swing in between
And never liked anything clean
Cause the world is cruel
Chaos, that collapses
I saw her, through the glass
I remember who she was
That girl
That girl with a head full of curls
And how she turned and twisted
And listed the things she hated
About the world, about me and you and herself
But she changed
She moved to the city of ferns and jewels
Yet to others it looks more like a rotten bowl of noodles
Of course it does smell like that
But hey it’s the city what more can you want
Crave
I hope I change and fall asleep
To the sounds of the city and rain on my cheeks
To feel the love and feel the pain
Of art, of hope, of something strange
I hope to learn and dance some more
Catch that dream I was looking for
Cause in this place of ferns and jewels
A wish can turn into something more
Of magic and death, and change and laughter
You can always hear it in the rafters
On the rooftop of the whitney
Or in the subway at 2:50
See it in the light
In the dark
In the gray
See the value
And see the change
In you, and me, and in themselves
See the poverty and the wealth
Stand up
Make a change
Do it again
And again
Till you are silly
Like me
That girl with curls
And swirls, away
