Apr 1, 2007
We searched for answers,
flipping through back pages,
turning words into thoughts
then thoughts into memories.
We strained to hear the wisdom
that did not belong to us... yet,
its silent echoes evading us
in the locker lined hallways.
We craned our necks,
to see lessons brought to life
then scratched our heads,
frowning at the unfamiliar penmanship
of promises etched in marble slabs
constantly reminding us to
chase dreams until we find
the door--
where we now stand,
reaching out to turn the knob,
our hands steady as
the world unravels,
unfurling like the diplomas we earn
with our pens and tongues,
revealing the simple truth that
there is no one answer for everything.
turning words into thoughts
then thoughts into memories.
We strained to hear the wisdom
that did not belong to us... yet,
its silent echoes evading us
in the locker lined hallways.
We craned our necks,
to see lessons brought to life
then scratched our heads,
frowning at the unfamiliar penmanship
of promises etched in marble slabs
constantly reminding us to
chase dreams until we find
the door--
where we now stand,
reaching out to turn the knob,
our hands steady as
the world unravels,
unfurling like the diplomas we earn
with our pens and tongues,
revealing the simple truth that
there is no one answer for everything.
[wrote this for my yearbook, it's still a working draft,
hopefully I'll be done editing this piece soon
to meet the deadline for submission]
hopefully I'll be done editing this piece soon
to meet the deadline for submission]
Labels: dreams
