The Blue

Flying above the clouds these days
The little girl doesn’t seem to be fazed
When a crack of voice used to scare her
She seems to speak her mind unfazed

Still, there are oceans to cross
The winds still blow across
And her steps still a little wobbly
She is managing with a smile across

The dilemma never seems to stop
To be nice or to be right
With still ocean depths to discover
She stares at the surface with fright

Yeah, she already dipped her feet right in
The water was cold and fish seemed unfriendly
And she is no mermaid to swiftly swim accross
But she does crave for the blue to last

No matter how serene the water seems
It is full of creatures that deceive
And again the dilemma looms across
To be nice or to be right; would you decide, please?