This Young Girl's Dillema
It is a strange and wonderful predicament I'm in.
That the beauty of life:
the smell of the wind in the summertime,
the caress of sunlight's unprejidice rays on my face,
and the symphony of applause the insects greet me with when i walk by,
all go unappriciated by me, the girl inside,
too busy typing up a poem about them.