My First, Feels Like My Last

I'm waiting for my real life, to begin. This is unrealistic, this college life. This whole idea of my life being just a big large party all of the time. It's wasteful wouldn't you think? I don't have reserve anymore towards some people I know.

No Reserve

I don’t move

To drink strong

Nor

Leave myself

With headaches

Anymore;

Sipping

Instead of

Swallowing,

The age shows

Things, once important

Hold no recognition,

Not to impede your

Happiness

Don’t want you

Thinking

I’m impressed with you now,

But this age comes to me;

Clarity

In what must come next

Hits

Life will move along

However

The thought controls:

What will the world think?

Nothing of you,

Sorry

But the grand schemes

Hold no reserve

Or power

Anymore

Life will move along

However

The thought controls:

What will the world think?

Nothing of you,

Sorry

But the grand schemes

Hold no reserve

Or power

Anymore