I am sitting in my room, lights on
a cloudy day, a little rain,
and the fish tank whispers
and splashes; a simple song
replaying through the house
and I am dreaming, a long
train of thought that glides by,
is lost. and found;
I'm floating with
my head up in the clouds–
proud. sometimes I forget I
am only sixteen, because
I feel so old caught in between
a million instances of sound and
words and wonderings;
wandering through dizzy daydreams
I slowly remember:
life is simple, nothing grandiose,
I'll do what I will while waiting;
a happy ending is all I crave,
and no more hesitating.