Hallways and class rooms full of faces
lives I wanted to know but not sure how to be a friend

conversation there...gestures there
reading their facing...sensing their reactions
OH NO, regroup, try something funny
laughter always works...finally a nod of acceptance
I almost creamed in my pants

lunchtime a seat next to one who cared
trying to talk and be me, but rushing into
“Hey you want to sleep over this weekend?”
awkwardness...uneasiness waiting for a response
finally a yes,
alone in the country, way out in nowhere land
I knew then I could have them for hours to talk
maybe then I could learn how to be a friend

weekend late movies, sneak a can of beer or two
late night talks until the break of day
never knowing if my true self
would be shunned...punned or made fun of

looking back I guess we all were stretching our wings
seeing how others flew and if
we had it down or not
all of us trying to fly and ever desiring
to part of the pack

now it’s the same
trying to see if I remember how to fly
if I know my way home
fly...fly...fly

08/10/2004

Posted on 01/27/2005
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