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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