They said,
"Just enjoy your childhood
don't grow up so fast.
You have plenty of time to be an adult.
Adulthood will come soon enough."
But I didn't listen
and now here I am
standing in my classroom
saying the same thing to a new bunch of aspiring adults.
They roll their eyes and think they know best.
Adulthood seems so much better than
middle school.
They dream of storming the doors
breaking out
and running free.
There are dreams to catch,
places to go,
and people to become.
A clean slate to mark up
and make of it what they choose.
They think they're ready
to face the world.
They stop for a minute,
hesitancy flickers in their eyes.
The unknown
so scary
but, oh so, liberating.
The school bell rings and the energy fades
I sit at my desk. I remember-
those were the days...
Oh to be young again
I think for a moment as if it's all gone.
But wait,
could it be?
Could that be me again?
Could I chase the unknown?
Could I storm the doors
and catch my dreams?
Just maybe
that could be me...
