I was playing with my marble bag
Filled with yellows and light blues
Tiny worlds
Living as one

A black marble has entered
Darkness has made its home
A virus has been born
The bag already starts to peal

Hope in the sky

Flames race through the bundle
Busy traffic in the city
Cleansing the filth

I look back in the bag
My marbles are gone

I throw my bag to the ground
Walk away, somewhere different

Looking at the sky
Smiling and shaking my head
Another day

Another me