Under Our Beds

His tools were never hidden he just didn’t look

One last place to search, on the bottom everything was found

Dim blue light fading during his decision

Midnight hour power, yo shower insight sparkles over our heads

Many need extra light in these shattered scattered pieces left

Tools never hidden just need instructions as honestly we don’t know how to function

Miscalculations upon extreme frustrations he looked for tools, kept getting distracted

His greatest fear, alone at sea without a purpose seen left to die without communication from seen or unseen

Deemed unnecessary, recipient of fury, unseen jury, unfortunate event multiplication

Screaming don’t do me like that checking under his bed for tools he likes packed

Extra light, some need the lighthouse every night, extra

Clues and tools, hints and critical filter looks

Never hidden.

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