The dewdrop perched atop a blade of grass,
The autumn leaf lying upon the ground...

I remember a time when it was ok to question,
To ask why that girl was a different colour...

I see the sparkle behind your gaze,
The way you hold me in your sight...

I saw you last night.
You were at home...me? outside...

Hidden under a hat and a somber exterior,
I wonder what you have locked inside...

Locked in the confines of routine,
Imprisoned by the shackles of society...