Reunion...
When I look through my yearbook now I wonder what people will be saying...
Oh remember her? She committed suicide. Do you remember him? He got into a horrible car crash. What about that guy? Well he's in jail right now.
How many will be pregnant with children to tend?
How many will be living out their dreams?
Did any of those famous couples get married like people said they would?
Did anyone become the music/movie/sports star we thought they would be?
Are those two still best friends?
Who has made the most money?
Who is happy now?
I listen to the Graduation song and actually cry now. I've grown away from all most all of my peers and sometimes barely know the ones I do talk to. It's this great tear of seperation that I feel now. No longer am I sitting in the cafeteria watching everybody smile. Listening to the petty drama that swung through the school. It doesn't comepare with what we see now. I long for the days when I felt insecure about my future rather than disconected from the present.
What I mean is that I miss the people I once knew. I miss the people I liked. I miss the people that I hated. A lot can happen in five years. What's happened to you? What stories will you have to tell? What do you have to be proud about? What means anything to you?
I'm torn between the past thatI have lived and the prison I inhabit now. Trapped by choices that I never knew the concequences of. Past crippled by a disease that I refused to acknowledge that I possessed.
I wish that I could present myself now as I am proud to have become rather than them only remember the person that I had been.
Oh remember her? She committed suicide. Do you remember him? He got into a horrible car crash. What about that guy? Well he's in jail right now.
How many will be pregnant with children to tend?
How many will be living out their dreams?
Did any of those famous couples get married like people said they would?
Did anyone become the music/movie/sports star we thought they would be?
Are those two still best friends?
Who has made the most money?
Who is happy now?
I listen to the Graduation song and actually cry now. I've grown away from all most all of my peers and sometimes barely know the ones I do talk to. It's this great tear of seperation that I feel now. No longer am I sitting in the cafeteria watching everybody smile. Listening to the petty drama that swung through the school. It doesn't comepare with what we see now. I long for the days when I felt insecure about my future rather than disconected from the present.
What I mean is that I miss the people I once knew. I miss the people I liked. I miss the people that I hated. A lot can happen in five years. What's happened to you? What stories will you have to tell? What do you have to be proud about? What means anything to you?
I'm torn between the past thatI have lived and the prison I inhabit now. Trapped by choices that I never knew the concequences of. Past crippled by a disease that I refused to acknowledge that I possessed.
I wish that I could present myself now as I am proud to have become rather than them only remember the person that I had been.