Love my cup of joe to get me going, with all its warmth and incentive
It takes my panic and give me some minutes to breathe, breath of promise, it'll be alright.
Little me is running around the place like crazy, 8 year old with her bangs all crooked. She's confused and scared, as any 8 year old would be if faced with the adult world on her own.
People are telling her, you can do it, you're capable, you're fly! And she'll smile and say, well, yes, I know I am fly! So maybe they're right...
But all I see are adults in their scary little adult world.