Where will this go?

Who are you and me?

The bees?

The trees?

I am down on my knees.

Begging, please.

I have lost all sight to see.

Two peas,

In a pod that has yet to be free.

Try and reason with the black sea.

The thunder rolling out a middle C.

Ever so faintly you can hear our plea.

Living as detainees,

In a world without a key.

We just want to be,

Anything you need.

Till we can be an escapee.

~HonestLynne