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Kokoro no Ukeire
"HEART'S ACCEPTANCE" Just a journal filled with stories ideas, poems, personal entries, things to remember, etc. If you have nothing better to do, just relax and read. Who knows, maybe you'll see what the hell goes on in my head everyday.
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Is it really strange to feel in such a way,
Where every class time hour is like a day,
Or how the passing period is a constant fight?
A chase, if you will, a chase of the next sight,
A fighting chance to see that sight with all your might -
Wow, wow, I can't believe the wonders of this place,
Just look at the wonders that are constantly in a race! -
To see something a little differently than the peers,
Who seem to believe it's all or nothing to cure your fears,
Of this strange, and beguiling future you'll see in one or two short years.
Is it really strange to just want to coast for a livin',
Along the path in which you may or may not have been given
(But it's still the road you've chosen, and will fight for that choice)?
To throw the dark blue and gold into the sky and finally rejoice,
That you're free, free, absolutely gone from the life of one through twelve, plus k and pre-k,
Of the same old things that have only evovled with whatever that teacher may say.
You can finally breathe, the roof above your head is gone!
The sky's limit is yours, you can coast until life is done.
And though it may not be easy to coast for so long down this path,
It's okay, you made your choice and you're ready to face life's wrath.
But is also really strange to want to live comfortably in time,
Without caring if this poem or future poetic writings may rhyme?
To be willing to fight for the sight during passing period now,
During the time where you have that roof, ignoring the wows,
Coming from the people who just want to coast from here on out,
Yet not want to race on with others on what your future's about?
"The possibilities that lay before you are endless," is what they say,
But why doesn't anyone mention the fights you'll never delay,
The class times that feel like hours passing like sand in an hourglass,
And that you'll feel like a killer hiding your identity with clear glass?
No one mentions the work you've taken when you say, "doctor,"
Or when you say, "lawyer", or when you want to play, "professional soccer."
A stable life does not come easy, especially when it's the sky above us, not roofs.
Since when did the faces in passing period have to start sharpening their hooves?
Is it really strange to want to coast and be comfortable with time passing by?
To be around the people who label themselves, "X's" when you've become a, "Y"?
Are the possibilities really as endless as the path drawn before me,
A path to coast and fight and cry and race and breathe, and finally be free,
A road paved with gold but varying levels of crap that get deeper without a roof.
Let the people who wow state what they may, roof or not, let them be proof.
Damn, why does class have to be so freaking long?
 Ukeire · Mon Nov 08, 2010 @ 01:24am · 1 Comments |
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