Pressure, Pressure is what looms over me.
Growing up with sense and some type of task,
Forced to be the best I can be.
School covers the face of stress with a mask.
The future holds relief, I deeply need.
The choice is mine to decide. What’s next?
I will take the bull by its horn, and lead.
A chance to figure out, a time to flex.
A piece of mind is certainly given.
Down the road may seem far, but it is near.
A peaceful future which seems so thrilling.
Fate and Fortune is what I hold dear.
The bridge to the past will lastly shatter.
Now is the time to ask, what is after?