She is a geek .

I get so sad,
and then so sick
of being sad.
I put my uninhibiters on,
and get dumb ideas.

Not dumb as in dangerous,
but manifestations
of things children would think of,
but- due to curfew,
remain fantasy.

I want to start a scooter gang,
and eat out of a dumpster for a week.
I want to play music for money
on the street.
I want to make songs on tapes,
explore alleys, find my soul mate.

A life that isn't in a civics book.