There are two worlds: one for hopeful youth and another for serious youth.
The hopeful look at the world simply. They see the future of the freedom of driving a car, having amazing times with their friends, graduating with no fear of what's next. All of it makes life very liberating.
Then there is the seriousness involved. There's standardized testing that would frighten phds, paying for college, completely being your own person while not knowing a single thing about yourself.
They're the worlds that you still believe everything is possibly right before you rationalize yourself into your standards.
Life starts to creep up on you. You stop noticing small little joys like how the stars glitter like lanterns as a guidng light to lost souls or how the winds feels on a summer day because now all you feel is heat. You start understanding the what instead of the why not in wonder. You stop looking for dreams and start living instead.
I am now stuck between these two worlds, the truth of everything against leaving wonder to grow in my soul.
Because wonder isn't apart of me. And I don't know how to live in wonder when everything about me refuses glee with both hands.
I don't know how to keep growing up when that is all I don't want to be doing.

The world may see but never view
It might take the time to care but always lose
It shoves away waking days with blinding dusk
Waiting for time to be bled dry
The waiting carry on, looking for change in those who wish awat the days of ceaseless time
Breath slowly stolen, time second by second flees
We wait for an ending day, for time to fly, and never realize how much we waste.

There amid the mists of yesterday stood difference, a change that had past
With the beheld there seemed a great distance
The miles and miles ran behind
No more hamster wheels and circle thoughts
What had been there to the present of what was here here and now had past infinite paths
It waited.
It waited until the day all was right and then unlike the forever it cast upon, the change of everything occured
Changing all

It's the space in between the lines
The limits formed between words and ideas that give way to possibility
Perhaps to seek a bond between two forms of give and take
To add a place necessary between what matters and what makes
There and back again we go, between thought and reaction with ability
To realize there is a space between what we think
and what we do
And who we are considerate to both with everything we may become

A school should not teach students information they will never use.
They should teach them how to learn.
A school shouldn't tell students what they can be.
They need to find out themselves.
A school shouldn't give classes that easier so we become relaxed.
They should teach us how to challenge our thoughts even if we fail.
A school shouldn't teach us ideals.
We need to find them on our own.
A school shouldn't give people the thoughts to think, since we no longer know how to.
They should give us the ability to know how to learn.
A school should be a place of difference.
Not one of repetition.

When we close our eyes in faces of our greatest fears
We are then closing our eyes to any form of truth that can be formed
We become blinded to any change for we no longer want to see what we can become
We now are lost to nothing but our own pain