leave heaped pieces of lint in your soul You wake up to the scent of a nostalgic host pumping adrenaline to kick start your day -a hot cup of anxiety to make sure you stay awake These first days seem to have time at their mercy -they embrace and dismiss her as they wish while you just sit back and watch her pass you by It’s how these first days give you a heavy impression and give to others, a heavier impression of you that makes out what other days have to offer It’s how you hope these first days meet your expectations that makes these first days linger in your memory - like the smell of a fresh cigarette, under your breath It’s how you hope these first days meet your expectations that makes them and latter days worth living through These first days are all up to you.
This poem is about the difficulties faced in the first days of mostly anything. I hope it is relatable