Gasping, I clung on to my hopes for the future

My dreams were my motivation

My plans thought over and over were my break

Scrambling, I would work through the day

Trying to fill my life with what I thought was preparaton for my life 

But while I was unable to realize that life had already begun

That vision in my eye, that thought of what would become, was my moment of bliss 

I waited for Friday

I waited for the 48 hours of potential escape 

I waited for vacation

Telling myself that summer was when my life would begin

But everyday I constantly wasted away 

While I sat and planned my next move

Stressted about how I could improve 

Depressed when the plans fell through 

I was finally able to see that I was wasting away

Instead of waiting to escape

To ditch the everyday cycle 

I needed to take the first step

Create my own bliss 

Not waiting for a wish, but becoming my own purpose