Getting in my car after just getting throat-punched in a metaphorical sense by another person telling me that no, I do not have my shit together, I took a minute to collect myself by staring out the car window. And I thought,
Maybe I'm just a rice krispie treat wrapper trying to be a leaf
Maybe I'm just a blue rice krispie treat wrapper
in the middle of the street
Blowing with the wind
Trying to dance with the leaves
I wasn't nurtured naturally
Just produced
Used and thrown away
But I will dance
Anyway
