The Day is Mine

I used to think god was in the sunset
or was the sunset
at that age most things you believe in
don't need to be explained fully
just felt the way you feel
that nervous ache in your chest
right before
the collapse

at half my current height the towers of the power plant
I can see from everywhere in this town
were cloud makers
but mom told me those puffs of white
were only steam

I still don't believe her
I think life is better that way

as you age
aren't you supposed to believe in less
aren't you supposed to lose hope
in all the things that make your heart lurch
and your stomach turn inside out

as you age
aren't you supposed to lose hope
in escape