Me talking to Me

I looked up in the clouds

A year ago I was making sounds

Now I look at trees, and the fallen leaves

Last year I made music and told people to be a feature, then leave

Nobody knew I loved the pen ink

Until Senior year me had let peoples heart sinked

They never knew I was a mastermind

Now I walk in these halls and they know I'm sublime

Never did I think I would see myself grow

But a light has to die one day and go

I will graduate from a boy to a man

College on my mind and on my plan

Want to make my younger me proud

To become successful and say it all started from the sounds.

 

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