An idea and some gratitude

There’s a way of living as if treading upon eggshells

Not my style, but I’m also not a fan of ringing bells 

And so, slowly, an idea developed and unfurled: 

An appreciation for carefree moments in a cautious world 

In retrospect, perhaps there’s a method to refinement 

Take upper and lower bounds, then squeeze them for confinement 

It’s all about finding that sweet middle spot 

Speaking of which, I’d like to dedicate this poem to Rama, Beam, and Foxtrot 

Guys that have truly helped me out a lot 

I’ve admired you, been inspired by you, and you’ve been my watering pot 

Fox, we’ve never settled for store-bought DIY masters, 

we knew we’d always make it out 

Beam, the crazy laughter we found yet never sought 

The random walked-into-a-bar jokes, occurring all throughout 

Rama, we’ve finally done it all, 

taking risks just to thicken the plot 

The ending always seems to come too soon, 

but I guess, it's time to checkout.

This is a poem I wrote for my English class this past year (12).