Where will you be in ten years
When the economy hasn’t gotten better
And college diplomas matter even less?
When there’s nothing left to hope in and
Where will you be then?
When I was sixteen I
Wished for nothing more than to move on.
Maybe there’s less to it than
Where nothing ideal
Is actually so.
I put on good songs from playlists you made me,
Fifty four minutes of thinking of you,
Like I didn’t do that anyways.
I reflect on who we are now,
Who we have been,
And who we will be.
No amount of thinking will get us anywhere, though.
Maybe I’m too scared to take a step
In fear of falling.
I’ve lost my wings long ago
When I broke for the first time,
And all I can do is
That I can learn to fly just once again
To keep myself together.