How am I?
I'm fine...

The dewdrop perched atop a blade of grass,
The autumn leaf lying upon the ground...

For all the worries and trials you face,
For the poverty all around the place...

Scared to go home, but scared to stay out,
Can't face the arguing, the accusations, the hurt...

Elusive.
My dreams evade me...

Where am I?
What am I doing...