Spare Time
With this spare time on my hands
And my mind empty with thoughts
Odd little annoyances love to make themselves known
Sitting in my penesive shell
Wondering where my life is heading
Can I really make it as a writer? This thought keeps being shown
College just over the horizon
Knowing this, keeps my mind in constant worry
Sometimes even keeping me up at night
I miss those Kindegarden days
Where my only worry was going to sleep at nap time
It seems whoever said highschool were the best years
Wasn't really all that right
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EdensApple91posted on 04/27/2008
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