Not Yet Five

It seems just appropriate
It’s just about time
A new profile picture
To match your pals’

A pink soft vessel
With adorable smiles
It seems quite easy
Till the three wise men ride the big black car

But so many tiny dreams
Will be left behind
Kaleidoscopic visions
Will get plain and blurred and wear out with time

Endless admiration that breaks
To reveal the human kind
Is there any sensible way
To be spared from the oncoming dark