Welcome

I am myself an open book

Of many who've gone before

I am the lovely growing flower

That my mother does adore

I am the pencil that draws in the air

The things I could never dscribe or say

I am the jacket that goes flying by

As I rush to class each day

I have to be good.

I have to do well.

These are things that I simply must be.

I will stay calm.

I will move on.

These are all just what make me me.