Is it really the first of September already?
I feel like it was just January 1st,
like yesterday was the last day of spring semester,
like summer just started
and my birthday never happened.
There was so much I wanted to do this summer that never got accomplished...
how sometimes with what seems like a blink of an eye
time is lost.
Without noticing we fall into a routine
like you're watching the same film
over and over again.
You graduate high school
go to class
find a job
just to make it through.
What is there to show of it?
We're all still scared of the future anyway.