Amaya Rose - Fists and Furrowed Brows

{Verse}
No blankets, no books
Isn’t it the things that take forever to happen way too fast?
Never knowing what, how, when, or why
Now, ain’t that the daily life?
Forrest, Waymond, Harry and Sally
Tank said it’s like falling
Plummeting into trust falls, dusting off old concert halls
Holding hands and heads and hearts
Waltzing but forgetting parts
Cycles, circles, cutting corners
Circus clowns and running water
Social contract, soap and fun facts
Popsicles for son and daughter
Hope for more better-than-worst of times
What would you do for me?
What would I do for you?
What makes “you and I” so special?
Winks and blinks
Kisses, misses
Fists and furrowed brows
Learning how to share like children should
Make-believing night and day away
Telephoning coughs and sneezes
Best believe there isn’t anything I’d keep from you
No blankets, no books
But a page from the strongest will read
“Take caution when lifting this weightless ton
Because if dropped, the blow could be fatal.”
Make believe
Make believe