I'm sitting outside
Listening to music,
and bearing cold winds
just to kill time.
The wind that's going
25 miles per hour in the 45 degree air
makes me realize how thin my shirt is.
on account of having nothing more than a granola bar today.
My stomach writhes from frustration.
You'll get some dinner soon, my dear.
People wearing designer clothing sharply contrast from me,
for I wear hand-me-downs
and shoes holier than the church behind me.
The sky is puffy and grey
with heavy clouds that are ready
to dump their secrets down on us.
In the middle of the heavy atmospheric lawn
there is a small piece of sun.
Maybe God wants me to know
there's hope even when there seems like none.
Or maybe I'm being over-analytical
because that mindset helps me get through
my book for school, Catch-22,
and my brain is stuck.
Or maybe it's all based on your interpretation
and none of this even matters.
That's a depressing way to think,
but you can't worry about what's depressing or not-
you have to worry about what's real
or else you won't get anywhere.