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.

You came like a season,
quickly passing by.
You made her so high,
brought her up to cloud nine.
She couldn't piece them all together,
it wouldn't tell a story.
They came in form of random parts,
from time to time, in folly.
She couldn't question why,
you wouldn't grant her the rights.
She finds herself in a cold love case,
of forbidden treats of the night.
Like a  merry-go-round,
you keep her hanging.
Her heart, you're mangling.
She knows it adds up to nothing,
for with nothing was how it started.
They were sweet nothings in this tango,
and with sweet nothings it ended.
You came at the season,
quickly passed by.
She just wants to know...Why.