Strangers

triangles, trapezoids, and cones none of these can distract me from the persistence of my own thoughts. bunny rabbits, sprinkles, and rainbows these are what girls my age should be thinking about not college, personal looks, and boys. my head should soar into the clouds and stay there for days. instead it's focused on the present hour, tomorrow, and the past what has happened who that will make me and how that will change me and hopefully it'll be for the better but all I hope is one day to be able to appreciate the triangles, trapezoids, and cones that pass by the big monster's windows in a foreign land with these strangers I sit amongst