So I made the Quiz Bowl team, which I am overjoyed about. I just realized I started writing these poem when I found out that I might end up moving (which is now all but confirmed) so my brother, who in the span of three seconds became a psychologist, said this is my way of dealing with it. Maybe thats why I have trouble making even mildy happy poems...
I've always been here
I'm always near
You can't see me
But, I guess that's the way it'll be
I make the wind blow
Around all the snow
You walk right through me
But, that's the way it must be
To you I am not there
I can't touch you, not even a hair
I make snow that glistens in the light
I instigate snowball fights
I make snow days
So you get the chance to play
But still, you do not see me
I guess that's the way it should be
I've been alone for years
Please open up your ears
And listen to me
Why is this the way it must be?
