sometimes i look and see
the orange migth be just like me
when i view the orange rind
it displays just like my mind
rough and bumpy
sturdy too
wondering just what to do
with the mush i find within the skin
omg where to begin
the juice reminds me of the tears
the seeds of potential lost in years
picked from the tree
or left to be
it doesn't matter how far i fall
nah it doesn't matter much at all

nona