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In one year of agingI grow to be seniorthis status is not mentalI still have so far,to go. So far,have I comegreat distances traveledgreater obstacles climbedand the greatest people met. I follow otherslike waters to the moonsthe deepest ripples f
I drink, I drone,
My future unknown.
Coffee helps with the moan,
And early morning foam.
To college I’ve shown,
Myself a new home,
Though to graduate alone,
Brings itself a sad tone.
Sitting in a classroom
Not knowing what I am going to do
-or where I am going to go.
I am a senior.
I should know what I want to do with my life.
I must, before it’s too late.
The day has come to look back on it all Seniors, here it is, and it's been a ball We begin with our childhood, well the days we can remember
Change my life make me a professor
Who do I pray to?
Who do I call on?
My life will never be the same
Don’t Let Athena see my sorrow
Don’t Let Zeus hear my pain
I can be what I want to be
Through my volition
I will cut off these arms
And in their place will be the real me
A pair of wings
To be free
To go further than I ever have before
Hey you teacher standing in the front of the class room. You make me want to stand up and smack you with a dirty broom.
I'm finally here
Right where I want to be
It seems as if it has taken forever
For me to see so clear
But here I am
A college student
Making her way through classrooms and side walks
They ask, they stair, questions fill the air. Gaspping, harrassing. They say the classes are forever lasting. in your brain if you dont go insain. pray, cry; never ask why. keep calm move on. dont dwell on yesterday.
Irritating and annoying,
Describes the horror of your class.
I can barely stand you,
And quite frankly you smell like bass.
You think you're hot sh*t don't you
because your clothes fit you and you got a nice whip riding after school.
You think you're hot sh*t don't you
because we will never be like you
I walk the halls that grow increasingly familiar
Yet at the same time, recognition becomes harder
These faces? These people? Strangers.
As the years go by, the ones I know
Disappear.
What can I tell you about my school?
It’s okay, nothing special
Been with the same kids year after year
Been with the same teachers year after year
It tends to get monotonous
Hearing the same drama
Looking at you is like looking in a mirror
same face, same features
growing up with you has been a joy
but now we are both seniors
about to part our ways
and I dread this day
for I ask myself everyday
