So Often

So often,
I find myself giddy
with excitement.
Excitement for summer,
excitement for the independence 
that will come with it. 
So often,
I find myself 
nervous,
sad,
a mix of many
unidentified emotions,
sometimes controllable,
sometimes the opposite. 
So often,
I find myself simply happy,
really happy,
for no apparent reason,
and when this feeling
runs through my mind,
as if finally free,
I try to lock it up once more,
in hopes of saving it for
other days,
when I,
or perhaps someone else,
might need it more.