This part of my life is so long its beginning to seem like a phase
When the hours see sunlight each day to become months.
I wonder when it would be over, but dread what is next.
I hope there is goodness in store for what is up ahead in the forbidden future

I wish I knew what the name is for this stage of life I’m in.
I hope it would a good one, one that shows my growth.
But what if this is the lower parts of my existence?
I hope this history will be kind to me because I intend to document it.

I’ve already begun to journal it, and so far it seems a little grim.
But today was a good day, and that is an upside of life.
The good days add up to great weeks, which make for a good journal.
And a good journal makes for an excellent memoir, by me.