A Note From A Pebble, In A Bottomless Trench

A kaleidoscope of darkness,
Weaving around baby's eyes.
Blinking keeps it at bay,
But baby still cries.

And in the depths are colors,
Even adults can't perceive.
I say I'm me,
But I don't even know what that means.

When I get old I want to want for nothing.
And all my days, I want them to be gifts.
And I want my work to mean something to me,
Other than feeling tired, under someone else's feet.
And I don't care, if I ever know me,
It's not like there's anyone I want him to meet.

Darkness passes for now,
But it will come again.
Like a stalwart friend,
Until the end.
Which is always near,
But surprising all the same.