People do closely gather around clutching fingers reaching out grabbing pinching causing pain troublesome messages they have for me wings now you must grow bursting forth set them free Fling into the tenuous air soaring high above the now pixie dust you must fling before you do then step forth and upon it freely go soar above the minefield and nightmares that are not monsters lurking not in the night and the fears that are not there with them coping then you will go in confusion wonder I seeking how to understand confusing I find the words mumble jumble do they seem seek do I too happy make strangers gathered about me and act upon the other strange words that do make no sense to me