Time somebody told me
That I’d lost my flair
That I couldn’t do it anymore
Because I’d show how I feel
I’d flip up my hair
Complain all night
Say it wasn’t fair
That I’d rather be uptight
Time somebody told me
That my behavior needed to change
That I’d never make it out there
That I needed a target for which to aim
Though all my arrows landed far off the range
If only I’d listened
This world can be so strange
If only I’d payed attention to the stars when they glistened
Time somebody told me
Doors don’t permanently close
If I just reach for the handle
Maybe I’ll see
As the door creaks open
Maybe I’ll finally realize
There’s never ending opportunity
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
Time somebody told me
That I’d lost my flair
That I couldn’t do it anymore
Because I’d show how I feel
I’d flip up my hair
Complain all night
Say it wasn’t fair
That I’d rather be uptight
Time somebody told me
That my behavior needed to change
That I’d never make it out there
That I needed a target for which to aim
Though all my arrows landed far off the range
If only I’d listened
This world can be so strange
If only I’d payed attention to the stars when they glistened
Time somebody told me
Doors don’t permanently close
If I just reach for the handle
Maybe I’ll see
As the door creaks open
Maybe I’ll finally realize
There’s never ending opportunity
This is an old poem I wrote for a school magazine. I'm saving it here before I lose the account it's on, and because I can't find said magazine anymore. (I've left it unchanged, spelling mistakes and all, though it was originally in the font waiting for the sunrise.)
