The view outside, looking in,
fills you with envy.
The feeling living it, working in,
fills you with strange uncertainty.
You heard of the stories,
the hand-me-down rumours.
You thought you were prepared,
ready to take on the world in your armour.
You get a taste of the flavours of the world,
yet drowned by the spices of your own.
It's not the world you're afraid of,
it's your own that wouldn't condone.
You know you wouldn't let it pin you down,
it's only as long as it last.
You'll walk out there,dressed with pride
and all that happened will surpass.
The world may make you feel small,from time to time
but the world wouldn't break you.
You take on the world with much professionalism
and you'll eventually grow away from new.
You'll constantly have your spices of surprises,
every time you wait in that room.
But these spices can only make you stronger,
remember, those girls you saw dressed with pride and well groomed.
You wanted that pride, to walk with that honour.
Your feet's in that shoe now, go, and take on the spices and the world.