I started with something.

Something more.

I weaved through obstacles and solutions with ease.

The world moved slower, as if to give me time.

Music played louder.

Problems were simpler.

I also started somewhere else.

I started preoccupied.

Dandelions pleaded to be picked.

Seats begged to be spun.

I was lost in my own head.

Something was wrong.

It wasn’t fixed in a strange way, but it

wasn’t ideal either.

Things started to fade.

Music went quiet.

Problems grew complex.

Seats and dandelions gave me the silent treatment.

I was losing what I had, I was just too small to know it.

But then I had the choice.

Be lost, or be less?

I couldn’t have both.

I can’t have both.

At least not at the same time.

But I tried anyway.

Music grew subtly louder

The sky shined brighter

But seats started to speak up.

And air got more persuasive.

Was it really worth it?