Tears like ripened fruit.
Laughs budding at just the right time.
Up. Down. Up.
That's how they play.

I wanted a different way.
The rugged terrain.
No fruit. No flowers to lead the way.
Just the ugly..the truth.

Like a snare for a rabbit,
I got out.
Out of all the hype.
Now it is real. Now I'm free.

It is real,
I am a fruit sucked dry. A petal withered.