Reminiscence | a poem
Its the last week of school,
but I’m still a fool.
Still thinking about the things we do,
with the ocassional drool.
You were always by my side,
protecting me from the light,
that burned me so bad that I wanted to fight,
not physically but internally,
to force myself to step into uncertainty.
A world’s worth of work,
but I’m always in my own world spinning wildly,
Constant trips to the ideal,
always trying to find the seal,
that seals the entrance back to reality.