It’s fine..
I don’t feel like I’m missing out.
On anything.
I bet to breathe the same air you do, get to hear the same rumors and gossip.
I get to look around..
Just like you do.
It’s fine.
Every conciseness is gifted the luxury.
To think.
(to fail)
To dust yourself off,
To do it again.
Hmm.
It’s fine.
There’s plenty of good.
I got to experience something that not many do,, and still..
Pour yourself out anyway you can.
Don’t bet on it, don’t require the validation,but still..
I’m glad I did.
dawn 