They're tall,
aren't they? Like ethereal beings
showering you with red, yellow
and gold. It's like
a dream which never ends -
their height, stature
grandiosity
leaves us in awe
wishing we could be like them;
but, alas, we're small
and weak, and
undermined
like the children we are
and we become manic in
depression to make us wish
we could be the one
showering others with
red, yellow and gold
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