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Don't you hate the days when...
You wake up late.
you run out of soap while you in the shower.
you have a bad hair day.
You miss the bus.
You forget your homework at home.
You break a shoe lace.
You trip over nothing.
You get your lock stolen.
You forget your lunch.
You didn't return a late book and can't use a computor for a final project.
You have a pencil that won't stop breaking on a test.
Media blows stuff out of proportion.
Your best friend forgets the plans you made after school.
Your parents aren't home to make supper.
Your computor gets a virus.
You just don't have a good day.

I AM
i am a starstruck observer
I wonder where the galaxy goes
I hear the rocks crunch under my toes
I see the things that nobody knows
I want to embrace the highs and the lows
i am starstruck observer

I pretend i know what to do
I feel the smiles of people i wish i knew
I touch a new flower in bloom
Then worry about the weather in june
I cry to think a frost might come soon
I am a startruck observer

I understand that pictures are not what they seem
I say things softly so as not to screm
I dream about things that scare and frighten
I try to consider myself one to enlighten
I hope that these things will go away soon
I am a starstruck observer caught up in my balloon

PAPER CITY

my paper city is made of glass
build real tall and made to last
the stars hang low
on twindly strings
and sometimes sway when the wind sings

the stars hang low
and glint with light
but only sometimes
when they are bright.

my paper city is really fake
it has no face
no sound
no lake
the pillars stand tall and have no voice
my paper city no place
but a choice.