Penny for My Thoughts
Last night at twelve o’clock I went to bed
and woke this morn with three holes in my head.
And as I walked to school, my feelings fled
out of my pockets, ripped from end to end,
and fell as copper change upon the ground.
But did you, in the forest, hear a sound?
From the first hole are words for family
and all questions of who I want to be.
I joke I am a liar, but it’s true–
all answers I have framed this way for you.
And I love you, but I know it’s a game
and if I lose, will you see me the same?
From the second are words for him alone
stuck in between the young, growing, and grown.
My two futures, you say, can intertwine
but what if love’s not fit for my design?
I’m glad Shakespeare wrote cheesy poems too,
but I doubt I’ll become famous from you.
And from the third the words pour out right here
to faces that I cannot love nor fear.
You don’t know me and you don’t know my mind
but in these words, my skull escapes the grind.
Just keep in mind the pennies as they fall…
and know that you’re the richest of them all.