Future Girl

Little girl, don't pull those wings,
You must let the ants fight too,
And if your anger finds no passage,
My chest is waiting here for you.
Sail across these twilight skies,
Your hair all tangled up,
My hands all wrangled,
Up inside my pockets,
Where every key slips from a hole.
Little girl, don't twist your neck that far,
To see the past,
It's much too far away for your,
Imperfect eyes to understand.
These airy thoughts of sheep,
Do stop the flow,
Yet make me weep.
Oh, little girl, with your skin of gold,
I'll let you know when arms are open.
I stand before the vaulting field,
Preparing for a momentous leap,
And you whisper into my listening ears,
'The silence keeps me company.'
You future girl, you little girl,
Their shackles don't restrain you,
Spiral notebooks don't contain you,
And we settle for nothing less.