In four years’ time, our minds have to be made – our lives planned.
Not too long ago, we were fresh out of the middle school land
Thinking the world is in our pocket and dreams are in our hand
Jokes in the air, and hormones flying from our pituitary gland
We were just starting to figure out where we stand
Where we stand in the world – a year has passed
Being called freshmeat and freshies, being an outcast
Middle school and high school is such a contrast
Laughing and smiling, even though we’re the youngest class
Classes were simple just learning about William Howard Taft
No future plan, taking nothing seriously, just having a blast
Now we blast four quarters forward, and we’re a sophomore
“So much better than those freshies”, even though it was a year before
Ready to feel adventure in our veins, ready to go out and explore
Slacking even more, “we got this, no worries” we swore
Grades drop but hey it’s sophomore year, we got two years more
Unwind and recline, the future plan is not accounted for
First day, already forced to account for college: it’s junior year
Realization, one year then one more and then we’re focused on a career
Got to save for college, for an apartment, for a car-get a job as a cashier
Working hard, studying hard, but we’re going to make it, it’s clear
We still make time to get out and hit a midnight premiere
Reading material a little harder, more archaic like O’Pioneer
Future coming expeditiously, we start to kick it into high gear
Senior year is here, the future is near and the feeling is real
Forced to hurriedly make a plan, but nothing seems ideal
College, workforce, what’s the plan? Navy seal?
Only having a couple classes for the year which seems surreal
This year ends, and we pay for our own automobile, for our own meal
No sincere plan, we’re just free falling, life has been revealed
Free falling into a rushed and abrupt plan isn’t just
In four years from being kids in middle school to being on our own
Taxes, check books, insurance, bills, budgets, when did we learn this?
Responsible enough to be on our own, but not responsible enough for our own bodies?
Got to be twenty-one to drink, twenty-five to rent a car, yet we have to jump into life head first
It’s okay not to have a plan. It’s okay not to know. It’s okay but don’t take it too slow
School is important, plans are important but time is only a concept.
How do you know what you want if you’ve never experienced it?
We are the future for the world. We can’t be unprepared.
We are here. We are now. What’s the plan?