Ummm.
You guys are so...
like sweet,
when you,
umm
place your,
you know,
opinions
out in the
...open...
Your voices
are quiet
and unsure
even after all this time.
It's almost like you're
uncomfortable
in your own
skin.
You don't trust the
46 eyes
that burn through your skin
when you open your mouth
to share
a small thin beam of
intelligence
that might shed
light
on the unknown
ideas
of the present querry
So you mumble
and fumble
for your words,
under
the pressure of those who
might judge you.
Be Brave
my little dears!
You have no
idea how
precious your
time is.
Here,
in this room,
with the window
that frames
the birds,
with the
white board
that guides you,
and the eyes
that really
uphold you,
you are so
safe.
and you have
no idea
how I
envy you.
No one
expects
you to know what you want
or to be
"all grown up."
Here,
in this room,
you can still
be wrong.
You can still
dream
about stars
no matter how
far away
they are.
Here,
in this room,
forever,
I'd stay
and keep
you all
if only,
to remember
what used to be
innocent.