The Last Summer
The last summer is what I would call it
Only because it cursed me with the thought of change
And that scares me too death
Kinda like being at a crossroad and not knowing where to go
And going one way and thinking about the other
What I'm referring to is the summer before my senior year
Exchanging fun in the sun for days indoors
Looking at colleges and scrolling through scholarships
But that does nothing to ease my psyche
I don't think anything will
Some nights I lay awake with plaguing thoughts
Wondering if I had lived enough or not at all
Will life after highschool break me or make me
But all I can do is plan for the worst and pray for the best
And while I await God's inevitable laughter
I will sit with my fading youth and ever-lasting stress for what's coming next