As i stand there contemplating
I see my life slowing fadding.
I could go to the left with my friends
or go to the right where my future attends.
I understand that friends with always be there
but my future beholds something great, its one big scare.
As i go to the left i start to see flashing lights,
it might be a warning or a sign.
Im almost to the end of the road but i feel out of place,
everyone is running, its like a big race.
As i look back
i see that no one is putting up a fight on the right.
I start to slowly walk away from the others,
maybe the lights were a sign,
I am different and im not competing for the same thing
and i start to have a flashback of me sewing.
Going down the right road is long and loney,
but i know im close as i see the finish line .
Strangley i start to hear people clapping and shouting.
I see flashing lights and a long runway,
im here im finslly here.
Reporters and critcs start to congrauate me,
i did it, i really did it.
My future is hear and it amazing and very chic.
My clothing line is in fashion week and i made it.