i gracefully bloom in October,
clothed in a delicate silk,
fringed with a finespun lace,
dredged with the colour of milk.
i desire to be free like the butterflies,
floating and fluttering where they please.
i yearn to explore the world
and be as adventurous as the bees.
embarking on a journey,
throughout the seven seas,
really seems foolish for someone who can't even count to three.
the only thing stopping me
is walking towards me.
the disciplinary head
found out my attendance had been empty.
