I like pieces,
And being part of the puzzle.
Petting my dog;
Scratching his ears, his head, his neck.
I like the way the morning air
Feels on my skin
And how night is enchanting
With that dark blue hue
Just waiting to be taken in.
I like how people can look at me,
Love in their eyes,
As they greet me.
And licking the batter out of the mixing bowl
After the cake has been put in the oven.
I like the freedom I feel
When I’m in my friend’s car,
Windows down, speakers blaring
Hey There Delilah on the highway.
I love watching Disney movies,
And getting good songs stuck in my head.
I like singing when no one is listening,
And running as fast as I can,
Because it’s the closest thing to flying.
To feel the wind on my face as I tear through the grass,
Not looking back, running ever on.
I like getting frustrated with a book
Because I can’t stop reading it.
And I like my life,
Troublesome as it may be,
Because it’s the only one I've got,
And it’s been pretty good to me.