Gawking eyes
glaring glances
whispers feeding fear
“Come and take it, I give it away for free”
it says
Shouting
asking but not yet listening
hearing others but not the other
“Stay away”
fear whispers
by selling thrilling treats
who glitter
But all become old
and boredom comes knocking
on the everyday life
and the treats fade
and here your are
You keep coming back
inch by inch
together with your friends
You climb the draped walls
peering down
cheekishly
because you don’t want to be alone on the ground
But you are brave
Then you travel in a different pace
measured in sand, sound, chyme
and you taste, smell you draw you write
and within a short hallway time
the gawks turn
to facet smiles
and now some children say to fear:
“Begone!”
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