Row upon row bekons to me
As I pass each one by I ask myself
Who will I be today?
The tired one who oozes laziness
The reluctant one who lacks self confidence
The smart aleck, the isolated one?
No. Today I will be happy.
I'll be the secret bookworm exposed
Who gives spontaneous gifts
And hates physical exertion
Treasuring intelligence while causing mass confusion
That's me. And I hide from Judgement.