Smile big and smile pretty
but sometimes, just smile.
Love big and love whole-fully
but sometimes, just love.
Believe big and Believe you can
but sometimes, just believe.
Dream big and dream daily
but sometimes, just dream.
Hope big and hope for the best
but sometimes, just hope.

Eyes glued to tiny screens,
the thought of eye contact is faint,
Words are limited.
Silence is all you hear along with the shocks of the buses' wheels
I look around,

Eyes glued to tiny screens,
plugged in,
cookie cake in hand.
What are they thinking?!
A smile wouldn't hurt!
What is beauty?
The train whistles.

Eyes glued to tiny screens,
doors are open,
people get on and off the bus.
What journey are they on?
What part of the day am I getting to share with them?
A smile wouldn't hurt.

It's funny how I teach my students that eye contact is very important.
Am I setting them up for failure?
I look around.
It's like I am invisible.

Eyes, glued, to tiny screens.
I could probably sit here naked and no one would notice me.
A smile wouldn't hurt.

The breeze feels grand,
but who am I to judge?
Eyes glued to the screen.
I am just as bad as one of them.