What's Next

College is coming up like the stuff that bubbles up
From volcanoes in places I've never been to
Will I like it? Will it be good?
I'm kind of scared.

I never thought I would grow up this fast
And leave my nest at this frantic pace
Will I find a new niche?
Will birds of a feather flock together?
I don't know what to think

Maybe I'll soar above the ground
And find friends and opportunities all around
But maybe I'll crash and burn, have nowhere
To turn-it's my turn to grow up
I've never done this before

If I land there like a whale washed up on a beach
Will I plummet to the ground or reach my peak?


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