Being Me. Poem by Jenna Johnson

Fresh faced, wide eyed, with an open face,
I take on the world with an easy grace.
Just drifting through life,
without a care in the world.
No thought where I'm going,
or where I'm coming from.
No weight on my shoulders,
or expectations to succeed.
I just live in a bubble,
and act so naive.
Untainted by caution,
with rose tainted vision.
I meander through days,
in slight confusion.
Choices made spontaneously,
is how I'm learning to just to be me.