you could write a novel

sometimes i feel happy
sometimes i feel sad
sometimes i feel sick
sometimes i feel glad.
and tonight im feeling
a whole mix of things.
its funny, all the feelings
that one time can bring.
Tonight i feel good
in a reluctant kind of way.
Tonight, i cant explain
and i have nothing really to say.
I just feel kind of sad
as if i want to be.
and you, little home
you came through for me.
I see everyone who shines
and reaches further than the sun
and its comforting to think
ive only just begun.
Maybe this could be the life
i make for myself
and maybe in the future
i wont need so much help
just to move on
to stand up at all
because in this family
we clap when you fall.
Maybe ill go
where my heart tells me to
and maybe ill find
something brand new.
Ill be a maker of beauty
and a user of time
ill be a superhuman
and a reader of rhymes.
Ill be a bruiser of skin
and a breather of air.
Ill be a suspender of time
and a translator of despair.
Ill be the nerves in the wings
no matter how old.
I could write a novel
of my story to be told.