Friday, February 10, 2012

Something Lyric



Introduction
It’s the start of a new summer. I’ve been doing the same thing for fifteen years. Doing what I do - Spending my days at Trout Lake Camps. As I get older I have started to wonder if I would do anything else, but the summer of 2012 changed my whole perspective.

Though process
Paid in dirt and for is beaten out.

Games in Group Rec
Running in circles as time stands still. Kids around me are screaming my name or something like the people who know me best because I am the tiger who is painted in orange and gold, I give a hundred points.

Still Young, Teaching the Younger
I am only 17 years old and they expect me to juggle by myself fourteen other kids at once? They are only three years younger than I. is that legal? Not my cup of tea. They will flood, if not controlled. My backup singers and I have a week to get every detail of life packed in before we have to say good-bye.

To be or not to be
You don’t stand a chance. Really? I’m not good enough? My life is here standing in front of you ten years more.

19, living with a hypocrite
Even though age makes us older it doesn’t mean it makes people more mature or wiser. I’ve never been hated. Until now in my blindness I’ve sought hardship.

Choice and reason
Possibilities are endless. This is my cliche. Knowing that when a door closes, another window opens. With every choice we are burdened with its outcome. Try something and take a leap.

Pulled
Leaping is rough. My legs get sore.

Chapters
You need not to have a plan, but only to follow. 16 won’t be my number, but a start of another story to tell.

Onward
Contentment - a freshly baked cake.

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