Left in a room with no walls,
Felling as if i'm not worth my due.
Yet ideas have no boundaries,
And can make the best of the worst.
Clever as I seem to be at times,
I find my self abandoned and alone.
Left with only my thoughts to clothe me,
Not giving a damn, I stumble on.
Who will care if I don't succeed,
Outside of myself and those I care for?
Surely I must rise to meet the challenge,
And break through the fog of indifference.
Love ya!
Jane