What about me?

First grade, blank page, didn’t know anyone.

Innocent, eager to learn, it was all fun.

Met my first best friend,

thought nothing would ever come to an end.

 

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[Flash forward, grew up, supposedly an adult.

But I really don’t have a clue.

All my friends are paying their bills, got it all figured out.

What about me?  What am I supposed to do?]

 

Senior year of college flew by like a shooting star.

Almost couldn’t believe that I’d come this far.

They all believed in me,

but it was the shattering dreams they could not see.

 

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I started out intending to pursue business,

then did a 180, part of me wanting to be reckless.

Kept telling myself I’d look good in a white coat,

but it turns out medicine wasn’t all that I’d hoped.

 

Flash forward, grew up, supposedly an adult.

But I still don’t really have a clue.

All my friends are paying their bills, got it all figured out.

What about me?  Can somebody tell me what to do?