Look up, child.

Pen-and-notebook-png-clip-artby Itai Liberman04 Jan 2020

The streets are dirtier than usual.
Gums on the floor, dust at the door,
The cold concrete makes him feel delusional.
His head is spinning; this is just the beginning.

Time is ticking; the child's at the school-building.
When fear approaches, the child is very cautious.
He looks like he's chillin', but the child is actually yielding.
And the eyes stare at the floor.

The streets are dirtier than usual.
Gums on the floor, dust at the door,
"look up, child!" an inner voice suddenly said.
The head stopped spinning; it's time for a new beginning.

The streets are no longer dirty.
The concrete seems very happy.
The gums on the floor are now on his shoes,
as the child is no longer carrying a curse
- of looking down.

Time stopped ticking; the child is at the school-building.
When children approach, the child is no longer cautious.
He looks in their eyes, and find a surprise.
Instead of looking at the floor,
the child is now playing football.