A young boy of seventeen,
Begins his life freshly out of High School.
Craziness is what he feels;
Diploma placed in his sweaty palms.
Everything seems wrong.
For he shouldn't be-
Graduating, not yet.
However, the yearning is gone.
In childhood, to say the least.
Just remember the memories, they advise him.
Know them,
Love them,
Make them last.
Nothing will bring back the past.
Optional now, to proceed to the next adventure.
Problems he will face and,
Questions he will ask around.
Registering the new beginnings of his future,
Stops him from hesitating.
Trying to find the spark in himself;
Using it to create a life in college.
Variety of majors sting his hazel eyes,
Worring him that he won't find the right one before
Xmas.
Yammering on about giving up, then finally he reaches his
Zen and zooms forward, thirsty for more life ahead.
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