School

School my old friend,

Come back into my life once again.

Everybody going to you as I sit still.

Everybody seem to be getting a little thrill,

About leaving for you,

But in turn that means there leaving me to.

Yes the majority staying close to home,

Going to the community so there should be no reason for me to moan.

Yes they might be close but they are still far,

Distancing me by a year,

You think this would be clear,

To everyone that I hold dear.

I went through prom and graduation,

With out a tear,

I was on a mission,

To do everything as if I was able to clear,

The last hurdle of my high school days,

As if I had made it through the maze.

Now I see the race ahead of me,

There leads gets greater,

As I am left to wonder fallen at the first,

Or maybe the last,

Of the hurdles in the race,

Will I be able to keep pace?

I don’t know if that will be the case,

I am not even sure I’m in the race.

I feel like I was disqualified,

I am pretty much mystified,

At the reason why,

I think it was the trying to glide.