High School

 

You get four years to figure out your life,

You’re the one that puts up with all the toil and strife,

Nobody can prepare you for what lies ahead,

They all try to get you to think like them instead,

What does all this mean to you?

After four years, you’ll know what to do.

 

The first year, you transition in,

You learn your place, and you find new kin,

You enter, ignorance is bliss,

And think to yourself, “Does it get much better than this?”

Then you learn the hard way,

High School is no field day.

 

You’ve got three years left to get it together,

You’re more focused on, “two birds of a feather”

But you start to notice, who’s there and who’s not,

Who’s turned to studying, and who’s turned to pot,

What does all this mean to you?

After last year you should know what to do.

 

Double digits now, you’re in the tenth grade,

You either got lucky, or you got played,

You tried so hard to get to where you are,

The question is, was it even that far?

Right about now, it seems pretty clear,

Who you can trust, and who you should fear.

 

Two years left, but is that time to spare?

Times moving fast and it’s not all that fair.

Forevers have ended, and fights have begun,

And no matter what you do, the battles never won.

What does all this mean to you?

Figure by now you should know what to do.

 

It’s your third year, you’re now an upper classmen,

You think the times have changed, and you should be captain,

But school gets harder, and you start to flunk math,

And if you haven’t by now, you try your first draft,

“Start looking at schools!” they go and they say,

And we revert back to kindergarten, we just want to play.

 

 

 

 

Looks like this is it, you’re the top dog now,

And as you look back, you just wonder, “How?”

You wasted so much time, but was it wasted at all?

It’s like saying you tripped, but didn’t actually fall,

So what does all this mean to you?

You’re a senior now, you should know what to do.

 

What’s it called again? Oh yeah, senioritis,

It’s what happens to you when you think you’re the brightest,

Look at those grades, do they add up?

Was it worth it to forget, and fill up that cup?

What college can you get into with grades that suck?

More than likely none, but you’ll blame it on luck.

 

Welcome to the real world, what a surprise,

Wonder if they can see the disappointment in your eyes,

You had four years to figure it out,

But you’ve got no clue, what’s this all about?

Don’t be too hard on yourself, there was only so much you could do,

Since there wasn’t anyone there really, to help you get through.