New eyes stare at a sky

tinted blue. Yet to blink,

Yet to think.

Vast emptiness encompass our mind

As the third eye chimes in

And it’s voice is a lot like chimes

Never the wrong pitch

Never the wrong friend

Like playing catch out back

And forth

And force will throw out

Any 4 fouls and each 4 fouls

End in an out, a strike, a match.

But with that friend you’re always on the winning end

It’s Michael

You pippen.

It’s micro

You Marco

If it goes where you go,

you both grow.

And so the story says ,

Never let go of that hand

And you won’t fold over

You’ll be weak enough to

Bend at the wind

And strong enough to

stand with A friend