Check you ambition at the door and slip into senioritis
Much more comfortable
Blasting beats from the AM till 4,
When we pitter patter out the door
As we did when we were four and ran uncontrollably from classroom to playground
A collection of messages postered on the wall
In an attempt to not get lost in the shuffle
Futile in a room of collected junk and a jumble of rambling thoughts that flow from our heads out our mouths an bounce off the walls like us kids with caffeine in their veins
Memoirs of last night's circulate and weave under table and around footrests
Creeping through legs and filling abandoned shoes, lingering in shadows of the souls that pass through this room
A crazy consortium of clashing classes and mixed up personalities
Only later do we in each other see the hidden qualities we chose not to show in high school
What was a dream is now a reality
And all the sweet finality of senior year envelops us in honey kisses
Faces plump with youth and our nectar-sweet voices greet each other morning after morning as of this day is going to mean something more than the last
Because
In the end, it isnt just highschool for us,
It's our life and in the present we make each moment memorable
Though not all nights are rememberable
After a while when the glory of your last awards ceremony has faded all you have are the memories of yesterday to push you forward
When we are told follow our dreams
We are also told to reach for the stars,
Though out counsellors failed to inform us that the stars are too hot to touch and we would burn our chubby fingers even with even a graze or brush
september 22, 2010
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