Quarry

Who brings the lie, to a thirteen year old, one difficult to deny, smoking old cigarettes, chasing paper folds, they just don't get it, how we carry the die, the fear left untold; all the reasons why. a cloudy evening sets, we are making bold, release us this debt , shout up to the sky, blow away our role, no longer terrified, anxious piroettes. waiting for the scold. never tell me yet, love is all.