Whatever your insecurity may be
Realize that is does not
make you unworthy
Jet blueeeeerrrrr than Simba.
I don’t see you or hear your annoying sounds. You’re back in the Sunshine State all aglow in the light of family reunion. I’m happy for you, and for them. But, I’m more alone now than a fallen star or a lost comet. I’m hot and cold and lost and fallen…and over dramatic.
Hopefully the vibrations and shakes and jerks
of the subway train wake me up.
I’ll be the baby of the underground city cradle.