Jackson

Jackson, You showed up late. Grass stains on your brand-new shoes. Laughing like the world was ours, Saying, "We got nothing to Lose." Jackson, You run that every red light, headfirst into the Unknown. You make the wrong turn feel so right, like Getting lost is going home. Jackson, you tear the map in half, Say, "Trust me, we'll be fine." I'm scared of every shadow. You're the one who draws the line. Jackson, You climb that fence. Splinters in your shaking hands. You say fear is just a story They taught us so we'd never stand. Jackson, You run that every red light, headfirst into the Unknown. You make the wrong turn feel so right, Like getting lost is going home. Jackson, you tear the map in half, Say, "Trust me, we'll be fine." I'm scared of every shadow. You're the one who draws the line.