Good grades will buy my
ticket to the New Town
where there's sun and golden sand.
Good grades will save me from
the homework I am drowning in.
One day I'll count my change
to buy a banjo like my
runaway uncle owned.
Each strum will create
my Freedom Song.
Toes in seawater,
Strings beneath my fingertips;
I'll have found my escape.
While the tide goes out it will
carry my worries in its waves.

If only our younger selves had known
That promises aren't made to be kept
But to drown us in false hope.

If only I had known
On the day we
Promised,
                  arranged,
                                   decided,
That when you never showed
It was for that reason.

This time there was no "if only"
Just the inevitability of the end of lives
Yet still I waited 'til darkness grew.

So now I'll join you
Walking through the sea
We promised to see.
On the other side

One room of three hundred;
music playing,
hallway quiet.
Normal, like any other.
I know I'm not extraordinary,
do my actions show that?
One chance added to the burden of promises,
arms scarred,
legs restless.
Almost begging others for more.
Is that honestly the motive, the reason,
if no-one knows and never will?
One destiny for one simple being.
Possibilities infinite.
Decisions everywhere.
What every person has,
don't they?