CHANGE

A desperate boy regards his cramped pit, then stares up,
Like a mute man screaming at the heavens for his voice.

His tearful eyes slowly take a grim glint,
As he stretched his muscles, crouches, and leaps.

He knows if he can get even a fingernail over the edge,
He will be able to escape his trap.

Airborne, he stretches his whole essence.
Reaching until he can almost feel his goal.

But suddenly his fingers cringe back,
And the boy falls back into the safety of his trap.