As everyone is moving backwards,

I’ll walk forwards against a current.

And when everyone falls down

I’ll rise

And touch the sun with my hands.

When robins sing melancholic tunes,

When he speaks egregious words,

When she spits, curses and cries

I’ll retort in silence.

When acid rains falls in my backyard

And haze fills my eyes

Then I will write all that needs to written

And it will be known, how it was and how it is.