I'd stand in my room,
My eyes reaching out,
Absorbing the scene,
Of what I'd seen before
I would just stare,
At the glory standing there,
Standing so wide and yet so tall
Then my mother would appear,
And ask, 'what's the matter dear? '
And I would say, 'no, nothing at all.'
I could gaze at myself for days,
In my own vivid mind,
Thinking, still thinking,
I need more fun.
Yes, you have a car,
But with that, I won't get far,
Will my boredom ever be done?
I can't make a change,
If the target's out of range,
So where is it I would run?
I may sit at home,
With nothing to do,
But what if I could do something?
More than what I am?
I'm not a baby anymore,
Having tantrums on the floor,
Won't you let me do what I can?
I want to diminish,
The rules that just won't finish,
I want to face the demons from which you RAN.
I can never settle,
Just watching,
And waiting for an adventure,
Staring at a mere projection.
I wish to see the world,
Not a tiny little girl,
And her own tiny little reflection.