First year and whole new places                              

Yet so incredibly alone                                             

End of the chapter, new beginnings                         

Eighth grade feels so far away.                                

 

Walking halls with strange new faces                 

Loneliness is a silent killer                                  

Every person has been playing this game          

Far longer than I’ve needed to.                         

 

Lost in space; this class is too easy                    

Seeking out something new to fill my void          

A new world opens in history class                     

Why couldn’t I see all of this before?                       

 

Injustice and suffering is rampid                               

How can everyone just sit there and laugh?             

Why can’t you see the injustice behind the swoosh?

A system built on uncontrolled growth is                   

Just a cancer by any other name, and-                           

 

Voila! An epiphany born of an idle mind;                        

My rose colored world view has edged closer to jade.

I have awoken while the world still sleeps            

A warrior in the field of the ignorant.                      

 

Fire, brimstone, anger and revolution; that was me

In freshman year. But things don’t stay the same, people will change

And soon enough, we all must grow up and face facts.                            

My awaking was merely a waking dream;                                      

 

My personal war aids no one, but now I know my path;                 

I want to help. No longer a warrior, seeking to win a fight,             

But now as a kind hand, reaching out, eager to help.