Broken Dreams
Astronaut or scientist
That was always the dream
Little did I know
They weren’t what they seemed
I just loved planets and DNA testing
Wanting to discover something new
So when a team blew up in a shuttle
I didn’t know what to do
Georgia Tech was my dream
I knew I was going to go there
But I was only in the third grade
And so unaware
So much math
And I couldn’t even pass my own
When I got old enough
That dream was blown
Valedictorian of 2017
I always thought it sounded great
But when I got the report card freshman year
I knew it couldn’t be my fate
Everyone had their permit
I couldn’t wait to get mine
When I went to take the test
I thought id be fine
As I looked at the computer
I saw that I had failed
So when I started to cry
I thought of my peers who prevailed
I always wanted a job
Money was going to get me far
Ever since I was young
I’ve wanted a car
Mustang or a Camaro
Not clothes or jewelry
But as time went on
I realized that was foolish of me
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