Cracker Jack:

I ran to the edges of the Earth,

In hopes to escape your shaky grasp,

You laughed and held my childish ways,

But you yourself wore that pesky mask,

I stood there hanging myself over the edge,

My breathing slowed as I saw the ground below,

I saw myself jump towards my fateful end,

But the roots around my ankles continued to grow,

I knew my end was near,

But in the horizon it spoke of many years,

I laughed and saw my dreams become reality,

And then became the flowing of many tears,

I hung on to dear life,

Waiting, hoping for a newborn start,

But life has a narrow arrow,

And flew gracefully like an untamed dart,

As I walked away from my nearing edge,

I saw the trees quiet and hushed,

They awaited my lonely move,

But I sat by them as I was now crushed.