I want to write something,
Something worth reading,
Something with layers of meaning.
     I don't know how.
     I am not clever.

The sun through the window,
It's like someone better,
Someone with power
Is shining their love,
Their peace and their warmth

On me. But
I am not clever.
They are.
I am reckless.
I am not clever.
     I am filled with airport rage.