alarm clocks mean everything to me.

I can't speak french.
and i'm writing, I'M WRITING BY GOLLY!!
I'm writing again and my fingers are bleeding,
but in a good way. in a happy, exciting way.
Dance, I AM DANCING! to ganesha music,
in which i belong.
in which, i live and smile and look up.
and keep my eyes open, just a little bit, at all times.

you were so silly, not so long ago.
look how foolish you were
back when you didn't have me
and saw things so narrow mindedly.

The clouds have parted,
but are still here, fluffy and grand, so to keep me occupied
during the day, trying to help me focus on something. ANYTHING.
but I can't focus
and I CAN'T SPEAK FRENCH.
so speak to me
in words i know
in gestures of happiness
in the language of free.