Remember the times where we used to run wild
in the streets of our small town. Where we used
to be called the misfits of the day. Remember
when we felt the thrill of the wind through our hair
when we raced in your old '59 Cadillac. Remember
when we were carefree and nothing in the world
mattered to us except that moment callled the present.
Because I don't.
I don't remember a time in which I didn't care about the future.
I don't remember being carefree, maybe because
my childhood got stolen from me, an innocent child
that never got to expirience the world in the most
innocent way. I was prepared for college ever since I was
born. Brought up to the world with the knowledge that I had
to do better than my peers. I hated knowing that I had to
choose a future in which I would be stuck in an office all day
in order to make my parents proud. This is where I am now
I don't even know if my happiness for being where I am
is all fake smiles, a lie I've told myself too much
that I had finally started to believe it.
I didn't have that carefree highschool life, where you could
feel as if you could conquer the world, and that you were a king.
I had to stay far away from the "delinquent" life if I was going for
a better future. Because deep down I knew the minute that I would
have a taste of freedom I would want to taste so much more.