Senior Year

by Alexis Frank   Aug 21, 2006


Sometimes I get so confused
about life and what there is to lose.
Only one year left to make choices
its so hard with all of the voices.

They tell me do this, say that
all I want to do is find the fact.
What can I do with just one year
I'm just not ready yet, I fear.

The real world is closing in
my life is in an out of control spin.
"One last year so make it count
You will want a diploma to mount."

Scholarships, applications, dorms...
I get lost with all of the forms.
What can I do with just one more year?
I must make it count, and eliminate the fear.

The fear of rejection and failing
the risk of flying and flailing
In the end I will make it through
not just survive, but succeed too.

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