A glassful of orange
And a plateful of eggs
Spiced up pepper
And the tang of chili
A room full of teens
And a wedding full of adults
Sweetened down candles
And the reeking nip of cake
Nostrils flaring
And watering mouths
Throats burning
And stomachs grumbling
People eat
And they can smell
The sweet, sweet shell
Of a rhubarb treat

We've all got time to
Sit.
Wait.
Ponder.
But everybody's time is different.
Sometimes we use our time to
Ponder.
Sit.
Wait
Or maybe
Wait.
Ponder.
Sit.
The truth is, whether we make our time to fit either third category,
We all still have time to do them.
Time to sit down and wait for the time that pondering
Just becomes a figment
Of our imagination.

I danced for the eyes of others
And joked that they couldn't do as good

I danced so I could prove them wrong
And laughed when they stumbled like the jerks they were

I danced to grab your attention
And noted that someone else's dance seemed far more important.

If I was to write
Something so terribly drastic
I would get asked
Question upon
Question
And if I was to write
Something so terribly amazing
I would be praised
Compliment upon
Compliment.
Yet...
Instead, I write this,
Because that hardly happens
And instead I am left
Wondering doubt upon
Doubt.

You inspired her to write again.
To see the pure in what she wrote.
She'll still have days of doubt, of course, but...
*This song.
It catches the tears in her throat,
Causes her to think about the things she's done,
What she could do,
And all the things she aspires to be.