My pockets are filled with loose nickels and dimes
But I am still scrounging around for change.
It's never enough, I never have enough though my purse is filled with bus transfers
And a pen that wants to write down everything I am thinking but am too afraid to say.
See, I wish that you could see me
In my most desperate moment.
This is the part where I know where I'm going,
But I still feel lost.

I have decided to walk
Because I am poor, but also because I'd like to clear my mind.
I just want you to know that I am taking a step off the curb
And into the street where their eyes are watching me impatiently as I cross.
I have only 10 seconds left, I feel so rushed!
If only time slowed down
And flowed with the music I am listening to that is helping me with my anxiety.

And music is such a beautiful person.
I want to heal the world the way she has for me.
And I think I want to be a singer
Because I can kinda sing,
But with enough practice, I can become great!
And with enough confidence, I can sing better than Beyonce!

All I need is confidence.
To be a singer,
To cross the street,
And to utter these words I've been meaning to tell you for awhile...


I love you.