Here We Go Again
Guess I’m back to the square
with the tall purple stairs
and the halls no one dares to get lost in.
Friends 100 and 1,
faces changed from the sun,
walk through doors that once more will be open.
I don’t think I’ve lost much
but the fear still brings touch
of new people and what here will happen.
So I smile and stride
and hold onto my pride
as I say, “Well, here we go again.”