“I’ll feel myself begin to slip.

As the day wears on and the aches creep into my bones.

They make moving more like a hardship,

As the colors around me fade into monotones,

I must remember my family’s one request.

Do not be depressed. “

“The mask he wears is just right,

He makes his own light.

He’s just the perfect height,

To look into my soul and begin the rewrite. “