Page through that book
To get to the nooks
That inspires that hooks

Book that ticket
To fly to the skies
In that little skit

Nurture the child
That comes as a joke
In a sea of scary faces

Reminisce not the past
Just to wallow in the plug
That doesn't help your soul

Aid your growth
With nothing but seeds
To get your harvest

Dance not in pressure
For you are not them
You are you.

© favody