Where do we go?

to this planet earth
in a horse-drawn carriage
drawn lovingly but firmly as a heavy but manageable burden
or as a dove, those average, hardworking saviors with
no common sense
represented always and invariably by two circles drawn in soft black markers

just try to say you disapprove
try it
we want you to paint your nails and dance
leave us alone
we want to help you understand
we want you to eat masturbate and sleep
treat us like our own person like a small god
with no more answers to give