What do you do? When you feel stuck, When you can't go anywhere? When you're fortunate enough To be unfortunate enough to have One of the best opportunities you've had Come to an end? Don't all good things come to an end? Do great things start again? What happens when I am stationary? When my friends advance past, And I return to dust? When I am left to my thoughts That have already abandoned my opportunities? What happens if Studio 7 was my only chance? What happens when what I decided I want to do Doesn't work out? When my reliability becomes my worst enemy? Most importantly, Why am I so afraid of the future?
My art class just ended, and has now made me think of how all my peers seem to be advancing and getting jobs and cars and going places and even though I might be getting there, I feel like I'm not. It's just this whole onset of old feelings, and it's bringing me down. A lot.