Sophomore Year
On September 2nd 2014 a new chapter of my life began
Sophomore year what is the plan?
Get good grades
But as the weeks turned into months
The days seemed to drag on
I joined new things so that I can keep going
Water polo went so quickly Color Guard and Swim too
I occupied my time with something anything
you're losing light kid find something to do okay I will
Hey K what's up how was that test?
Study, test, practice, compete, sleep, repeat
And find something to eat somewhere in between
Over and over this horrid cycle
It's necessary this has to get done
Put me first Pre-Cal is more important
So many things going through my head
It's a miracle that I'm not dead
Not enough sleep, God, I'm feeling weak
Study more keep the grades strive for all A's
But somewhere along this journey I lost myself
I lost sight of who I wanted to be
what is all this for?
It no longer makes me happy
School sucks I just want to sleep
It's a good thing that I was tied down
no telling where I would be
not enough time in the day to get everything done
Time I wish I had more time
Seasons change and so did I
Who is this person staring back at me?
Friends all these new friends help shape this person I will be
I just want this year to be done
Because summer means sleep
Emotions are stupid complicated
But They run deep
What is love? This is love? I don't want it
Existing among my peers
Hiding from my fears
Crying these pathetic tears
The future is too scary to think about
I'm not prepared at least I don't think I am
Sleep I just want sleep
But I don't want to sleep forever
Because then I wouldn't have lived
For all I know these could be the best years of my life
I'm trying to make the most of it
So when I look back i can say "I did it all
I didn't regret a second of it either
If this is my path to greatness and sleep is the price to pay
Then call me an insomniac
Sometimes being alive is more than being awake
It's the part where you live in every moment
Breathe in every breath
Not wondering about the what ifs
Or negative possible outcomes
It's easy being alive, but it's a tad bit harder to live
Sophomore year I learned to balance sleeping and living
To chase my dreams even if I lose sight of them
To keep them close to my heart
And that it's ok to change my mind
Because I am me
I am preparing for the future everyday
I'm carving my own way
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