Yearbook

They say elders gain the wisdom of years

As time goes by, I fear...

growing up and feeling like the best years are done

Spend life waiting for things that never come, and...

Hope

When living through the memories of youth

Hope

When repetition guides you

Hope

When wondering how you wound up this way

I hope the wisdom's worth the wait

Life's mold gradually enfolds you

Uniqueness given up to be accepted by your peers

Come in from your 9 to 5

Hang your coat and tie

High School yearbook's still on the nightstand...

Salutations and "How's your day been?"

routine superficial conversations

Gotten too deep, but somehow you keep

working to afford another day you'll live to hate

I hope I never fall in line

I've seen it one too many times