Senior Year

It will be such a relaxing year,

they told me.

I won't have too much to worry about,

I thought.

I have to know what my major is 

I have to know what university I will attend

I have to know what job I will have

I have to know where I'm going to live 

I'm afraid.

Have you applied?

Have you signed up? 

Have you been accepted?

I'm not ready. 

They lied. There is so much pressure. There is little time left.

I'm not ready. 

I wanna go back but I can't. 

Time moves forward not backwards. 

Here goes class of 2017.

I'm not ready but I want this.