Lucky that I'm Lucky

One beep, two beeps, three beeps. STOP!

I'm tired. I don't want to get up.

Sure, my classes might be interesting and college might be great, but sleeping in is so much more fun.

Just let me be, I need some time to spend with no-one else.

Yeah my friends are always there for me, and I'm not quite sure why. Either way I've got enough love.

Thinking about where I am, and where I thought I'd be, fills me with amazement. How did this all come to be?

With no thoughts, or previous planning, I stumbled here, you see.

What makes me happy, you might ask?

I could only ask, what could even make me sad? I've been so blessed and free:

to go to college, sing and act, and strum on my guitar.

Passions like these do me good, if I try, I will go far.

That is what makes me happy.

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