In a small world, with big dreams.
In a pale green room I am in.
filled with classmates, friends, and a teacher.
Then there is me . . . with doubts, worries, and thoughts,
thoughts about how people think of me?
thoughts about friends,
am I good enough?
Do I give as much as I take?
Do I worry too much about things that people don’t worry about?
I don’t know where these thoughts come from.
Mysterious but yet normal.
In a pale green room I start and I end.
Day to day.