The Point of Realization
i lay in bed
scrolling endlessly
i come across an instagram post
one which said
"2020 is in 6 months"
2020. that is the year that i graduate
me being one who
constantly has visions
oh childhood memories
approach me randomly
i am not at all ready to be an adult
it is the summer before my senior year
and i am sitting here dwelling
the fact that i need to get my life together.
i want to be successful and have a happy life.
thank you instagram
for helping me apply for scholarships
just let me be a kid
for the last year that i can.
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