this is dumb
February 24, 2010 § Leave a comment
I was hoping to be alive by seventeen.
School was fake and untangible, people who I knew seemed unreal.
The teachers were owls,
too far away to be audible.
The hallways made me nervous and I wish they’d part.
Thus, in my mind I mimicked Moses.
Soon I felt all of them copying us by staring down the others.
And the rest of us felt older and more free on a college campus.
We all wanted it. Parties every night,
and to be with roommates and new friends.
In a room, where all we could do was drink and smoke,
But our hair was all different,
and we didn’t care.
It was unlike high school,
because we all could be ourselves.
Unlike any feeling in the world.
To be different, unique…
It all seemed like a dream.