I’ll finish early to find that the world wasn’t ready.
There are places I want to be, but never alone, you see?
I want to do this and that and that again,
But I have to do that and this and this again.
Stability is a mystery at this stage;
It should be outlined on my degree.
“Passionate, but little guarantee.”
“Self-willed, but too soon to gauge.”
Sign me up!
Make me king.
My mind hasn’t gone down that road in quite a long time.
At first there was curiosity,
But then there was honest to God fear.
I’m on my own path as it is,
And it’s definitely the one I want to be on.
But there are times I recall the old road;
There is no interlock between these two nodes.
Sometimes I worry about its maintenance and care,
But something tells me these are thoughts I can’t share.
Here’s a pair of boots,
That I expect you’ll fit in.
Now walk the same path.