Amber

These mysteries greet me with envy
Maybe I'm not doing what I could
It's bittersweet upon entry
But maybe it's not what I should

All I can do is keep searching
For options that seem good
If only they wouldn't greet me
In ways so misunderstood

Yellow tape and bee's knees
I shrug it off if I please
I tempt myself and see these
Warnings I always heed

Just gotta put it to a pen
So I can stay zen
So I can think back and instead
Be proud of back then

Whether it's love that you feel
Or need at your heels
One must heal
And find out if it's real