As the Wind Started, the Hat on My Head Seemed to be Ready, to Leap Off of a Cliff

It’d, Wanted to, Dump Out All the Darkness It’d Carried

Ad Embrace the Meaningless, the Miniscule Fates of the Weeds on the Grass Beneath

It Didn’t Like Being on My Head, to be, High Above Everything Else in the World

It Wanted to Become Like the Willows, Able, to Bend Back Down

not my photo…

Looking to See, if All the Insects, the Flowers, the Grasses are, Dressed Warmly

The Trash, the Spits on the Ground, They’d All Carried, Their, Separate Sorrows

It’d Not Know, that the Head It’d Placed in Its Wide-Opened Mouth

Was Actually, a Very Turbid Gigantic, Tear Drop

I Sat the Wind Pass Between the Mountains

not my sketch…

Knew that It’s Like a Bird, Thinking about, Returning to the Flock that’s, Circling on Top

I Knew that it’d, Become, Too Annoyed, Too Disgusted with Me Already

And, Being So Full of Pride, All I Could Do Was, Just, Bow My Head to It

The Moment I’d Lifted the Hat Up

I’d Realized, Hey, It Was Me, as a Child

So, the hat is actually, a metaphor for one’s own loss of innocence in the childhood years, and, because the narrator hadn’t worked on her/himself, to find that loss of innocence back, which would be why the hat wanted to leave the person’s head, and, in the end, the narrator decided, to let go of her/his own childhood innocence, and that, was when the innocence that s/he had lost since earlier on was, returned back to her/him.