birds migrate south for the winter

i just watch their 'v' formation above

even the hurricanes know their destination

i don't even have a compass

girls are pretty in makeup and designers

i scratch designs in my notebook

boys play and joke

i keep my nose in a book

the wallflowers envy the happy

the smarts have a future

the self-assured straightened out their past

the confident live in the present

i fell off of time's wheel

watching it go

not dizzy and bruised

but not determined to dust myself off.