Here We Are, the Future

The door flies open A child runs in, breath breaking

Our clown is sick Chairs fall, pens drop, half-written days abandoned.

Nobody asks. Nobody waits We move before permission finds its worth

Down the halls, past the rules Shoelaces loose, hearts ahead Stop!

Come back This is not allowed Phones raised, authority dialed

Control preparing to arrive But the call ends early <bidek</b <b

No. He steps in front of us <villagers </v <villagers --</v

... guiding Like an escort made of time, not force