i cannot tell you where the days go,
or why these things start and stop
like teacups at amusement parks:
i cannot explain the difference
between lilac and violets,
between colors and feelings,
between silence and love.
i do understand many things,
and i'm underestimated by everything,
but i've learned my feelings don't matter
unless i make them.
but i'm told there is a star out there,
burning bright and pointing north,
and if you chose to follow it,
it will take you home.