As I Was Eight

As I was eight it grew closer to the time of moving My mom says everything would be the same But I don’t see how she knows because it might be lame I was scared and terrified of what to expect As I was eight it became more disapproving Dad says you will make new friends But it must all come to some ends I was alone and I couldn’t connect As I was eight looking out the window I saw my past leaving Brother turns to me and tells me don’t worry you will be more free But as I sat there thinking and fell asleep un free I dreamed that I was just more wrecked As I was eight I saw the house and was smiling My parents turn to each other in satisfaction But I had to love it without an option I met friends in my neighborhood and soon it felt correct