A PIECE WRITTEN BY MY SON::Sean Lopez

The Lucky Ones

Everyone keeps looking out at me

Laughing, they think they are the lucky ones

I don’t mind

No, no

I’m not wrapped up in my cellophane

No styrofoam coating here

Electrical wires, what a shame

Laugh away

I found something they never saw

How the windows fog

Doors remain shut

Secure and laid away

I don’t mind

No, no

I’ll dance in the flame

Thick, smoky spires bellowing

Choking me

And bringing tears to my eyes

Their laughing a melody

Escaping behind me

Playing harmoniously

With the dancing of the flame

I don’t mind

No, no

It’s okay

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