I come from DC

I make my home singing

I see myself playing outside

And I wonder about nothingness.

When I am alone, I sleep

I imagine that I can talk to dogs.

Every day, I see class but if I look closely,

I can see a speck of moonlight.

A voice inside me says I have an angel voice

And I want to tell the world that I like pizza.

Right now I am almost happy

But someday I will find my dog.

I wish this was a better place.