I step off the sweaty bus
And onto hard pavement.
It's not raining hard
But it's not not raining hard, either.
My purple Converse
Step around puddles
On the sidewalk.
The Converse the rest of my friends
Have too.
I like this feeling,
The rain on my skin.
I feel alive.
I feel like my existence has a purpose
Besides the same old
Routine
School
Average.
A purpose that's going to matter, one day.
And I'm excited for it.
I guess I've been thinking
The story mountain we made
And the characters didn't even get their lives told
Because ours crashed and burned before we could handle it
Nope
I'm not going back to school.
I'm going to ignore the back-to-school ads
And shopping trips
The packing
The new outfits
The brand-new pencils
I won't do it
Noise
Warming up
Keys
Fingerings
Chatter
Laughter
The chorale
Stopping
Starting
"Again"
"I know you can do better than that"
Serious but
You also love it
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