My Some-what Satirical Senior Year
Mom, Dad, I want to become a doctor.
Doctor-A person trained to heal sick people
People who need help or aid in some form
Form a plan to take the world by storm
Storms are temporary, they eventually go away
Away my social life went, but I wanted it to stay
Stay focused in school until you're one, two or three
Three AM, still studying, there goes sleep...
Sleep--the soul redeeming button an alarm clock can posses
Posses you the will to stay above the rest?
Rest assured, second semester is going to come
Come it may, but senior year's almost done
Done are the football games, the homecoming rush
Rush lacks rhyming words, so I'll go with "flush"
Flushed down the drain are years I'll never again see
C is for Californium; unstable, not likely to be found around nature--like me
Me, a seventeen year old girl who was only chasing a dream
Dreams now of actually dreaming
Because that implies getting some sleep