The Pyle Inside

This is a message to that kid has five best friends

To the person on whom everybody will always depend,

To the toddler who still loves getting their favorite bedtime story read,

And the enby from next door changing their room from pink to red.

To that big new influencer who’s setting a big new trend,

And the straight-A student that studies in her bed.

Can’t forget the rootless flight attendant with a plane at 5 am,

And that depressed teenager who’s just starting to get out of his head.

And this is to those two that are on the kind of date they never want to end,

This is to the anxious actor. All you have to do is click send.

And the boy that fell asleep, still on the floor by his desk,

And the girl that kneels silently, just praying for the best.

To the activist who resolves to never waver,

To never bend,

To the gifted child puzzling in her room, when,

Her grandmother, full of hope for her future, comes to tuck her in.

To the one with their head in the clouds, and who pays no attention,

To the hero who never wanted, nor got an honorable mention.

This is to the curious scholar, now on research hour seven.

And that one young man who’s just now eating dinner at 11.

To the poet who says they’ll sleep when they’re dead,

and then writes their way to heaven,

Dear dreamers never doubt, not even for a second.