it's an odd predicament for the days are short and long
i could be wrong
there is so much to do yet so little time
becoming an adult has always made me whine
straight out of high school you have to construe a plan
college, job, relationship, and activities are thoughts i cannot stand
i just want to be happy and free
enjoy these blistering days with a book, some tunes, and just being me
i do not want to be labeled as anything or follow a distinct trail
whatever comes my way- my own ship i will sail
so stop saying it will never work or i cannot afford the money or time
i will make it work, the future is just a trek of ******* i have to climb
let me enjoy my last summer as a teenager & waste the days away
it's an endless three months that only comes on more time before i can no longer stay.