On and on

On, and on
By Allie Marie

You and I
have distant plans.
For now,
we’ll just go –
on, and on, and on,
on, and on, and on.

Call my name.
Make me small.
Make me tall.
Play pretend and all.
Round and round,
round, round we’ll go.

Maybe, it’d go differently –
if I’d risk my sanity,
if you and I were more alike,
if lightning didn’t strike.
And this list –
well, I could go –
on, and on, and on,
on, and on, and on.