With a book and journal,
I’ll be fine.
All alone,
Only me, myself, and I.
With a book, paper, and pencil,
I’ll travel,
But I won’t move my feet.
It’s all fine,
I’ve done this since I was six.
With some letters and my mind,
I’ll be quite alright.
Having some time for myself sounds right.
I’ll be fine,
Far from the world and close to my thoughts.
With my hand and trusty pencil,
My ideas will be graceful.
It’ll be quite cool,
To swim in creativity as if it were a pool,
And I’m sure I’m not being a fool.
Because
With a book and journal,
I’ll be fine.
Sometimes I feel like I can fly,
But don’t you worry,
This all just happens in my mind.
