Atlas

I want to hold you in the palm of my hand,

So I can see all of you at once.

There would be no surprises

And there would be no judgement.

I would have known from the start.

I wish I was an orical,

So I could see my future,

And know whether or not

I made it

Or if success was worth all the effort.

I wish I was Atlas,

The man who hold up the skies,

Then I would help everyone

And no one would be left behind.

Everyone would know,

And no one would know.

I would be sure that I made it.