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Freshman Year


I look back at my freshman year

Blind and as ignorant as can be

To believe there was nothing to fear

My mind was exposed as far as I could see

Sightless like a bat

I flew with my heart wide open

Believing nothing could change that

Optimistic way of hoping

That kept my spirit afloat

Like nothing could affect me

Untouchable, in a boat

But the truth isn't such glee

To learn and experience life more

To grow with the power of knowledge

You open more than just one door

Oh goodness, college

 

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