Hard to explain how I feel,
With the world ahead of me,
And the college looming on
A brightly lit hill. Four more years until
I am pushed into the real world.
How fake the “real world” seems,
As it is only a dream to me now,
The bustling streets of my future work city
Still lay far ahead in the story book.
Yet, I know there will be an odd day, when I
Turn twenty-one…
And the awkward years of my childhood
Will become the false ones…
And all I will know is my adult life.
I stand so close to the edge,
My toes beyond the rim,
Looking down when
I should be looking out.
One should never concentrate on how far
There is to fall
When what they really should be doing
Is judging how far there is
To fly.
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Submission Name: New Life
