there is a meadow of grasshoppers that await me outside, they are soldiers that stare with little beady eyes and carry blades of grass as their weapons when i shall go out i will lay on top of them and they shall carry me for a ride in the meadow of lilac flowers, from there, on my back i shall see the sky and even though the sun will be in my face blinding me i will not bother to lift a hand to cover my eyes, for they shall see the blue up there very high very very high and loathe the clouds that tend to cover it.