The object of my desire sits idle.
Exposing its wondrous creation.
Colors bright; somewhat bridal.
Possession yields my adoration.
Time spent building an education.
Awkward and clumsy are my thoughts.
I attempt to quash my vacillation.
Its value calculated, stomach in knots.
This day has been played many times,
each decision weighed as i combined
my dreams into notes and rhymes.
I get lost this moment and am blind.
The day loses focus in this vision.
A bubble of joy surrounds me.
Forced to watch this indecision,
they glance at me with a third degree.
Each grows agitated at the display.
Time means something to them.
Leaving this place sometime today
is their thought as they condemn.
Empathy gives way to contempt;
eyes burn holes in my brain.
Feeling the building heat i attempt,
to hold my ground and maintain.
For I am only ten years old,
and I am purchasing a gift
for the girl with hair of gold
who gives my spirits a lift.