Walking through a field of dandelions
Clinging to my wish,
Clutched in one hand,
Wondering what on earth
I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.
Should I ask
For my audition to go well?
Or something personal like
I hope my friends don't hate me by the end of this year?
Or should I ask
For good grades
Or maybe
For next year to
Not suck?
All the questions
Echo around my brain
As I stand among the flowers
In this field of dandelions,
Clinging to my wish.
I wasn’t
Sure.
Not one hundred percent.
I knew I wanted it
But I wasn’t prepared last time
We weren’t ready last time
I’m surprised I was ready this time.
But I was -
We were.
I am here to say this
in only facts
because I don't rely on feelings.
Fact:
Your Mr. Remarkable is quiet.
Cold.
Closed off.
Didn't interact unless
absolutely necessary
smiled maybe twice.
I would feel -
relaxed if I were
on an island by myself.
I could forget about
my life
forget about overdue math
and whether I'm behind or not
doing the right thing is always wrong
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