Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
When I was in the 8th grade, I distinctly remember one day getting off the bus and making my way to homeroom, and a thought occurred to me: “I still have four more years of school before I graduate. I’ll never make it!”
I’m typing this approximately 35 years later. I never did make it through high school; I dropped out three times (the third time the school asked that I not come back). Ironically, I graduated with my masters last year.
~Talk about a wild ride.~
Huge congratulations.