Walking through a field of dandelions
Clinging to my wish,
Clutched in one hand,
Wondering what on earth
I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.
Should I ask
For my audition to go well?
Or something personal like
I hope my friends don't hate me by the end of this year?
Or should I ask
For good grades
Or maybe
For next year to
Not suck?
All the questions
Echo around my brain
As I stand among the flowers
In this field of dandelions,
Clinging to my wish.
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
Said the big chalkboard on the wall
In that gym lined with red mats
And chairs and chairs and chairs
I'll never forget
I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
When I got home
After those two days
Passed by much too fast
And then they were gone
And I was changed forever
When I got home
I remember
I cried and cried and cried
From longing
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