The ball is rolling
Swerving to avoid the clutching hands
And searching eyes
Of salt-caked whispering demons.
‘You don’t want to do that
Why on earth would you want to do that
When there’s so much more you could do?’
But I don’t want more,
I want what I’ve always wanted,
And now that it’s clear for everyone to see
Panic has spread throughout the school
And those harmless seeming founders
Have become piranhas.
No matter how steep the hill becomes
I will reach the peak.