She is my reverie,
I am her memory.
She is my heartbeat,
I am her afterthought.
She is my smile,
I am a wrinkle on her forehead.
She is home,
I am a crack in the wall.
She is my journey,
I am her punctured tire,
She is my greatness,
I am her misunderstanding.
She is my reverie,
I am her tragedy.
I am her purgatory,
She is my redemption.
We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie
He stared blankly out his window,
She hugged herself and began to cry.
They were facing inconvenient truths alone and to the public,
They told many a convenient lie.
If only they didn’t burn the bridge and would simply try,
Together like Bonnie and Clyde, in each other’s arms they’d die.
You don’t know where we stand so how about we sit?
Quit arguing and talk for a bit…
Understand what we’re saying
Rather than dragging our feet and delaying.
We were once together
Now we’re apart
Maybe if we ignored our history
Our friendship could get a real start
But first you need to know that’s what you want.
I’m here for your happiness, i’m not here to haunt.
Yesterday’s over, i’m not using the past to taunt
You need to decide soon because indecisiveness isn’t attractive to flaunt.
Either we move forward or say goodbye,
There will be no bitterness, so no need to cry.
No matter what, we’ll remain close even if it’s just as a memory,
To call upon each other would be to simply escape into a reverie…
At 18 life is akin to a valley between to gargantuan mountains. At the end of one mountain is the past 18 years and ahead of you is the base of a mountain whose peak is above the clouds, beyond the refrain of your eyesight.
The mountain you climbed to get to 18 was battered by a roller coaster of weather, a ravine of hard ship and many breaks within the heart of the mountain.
However before you can embark on your journey to the peak of the mountain ahead of you, you must endure a year of both looking back and planning ahead. In order to ensure the adventures of the previous journey do not cascade down upon you in an avalanche you must protect yourself by understanding your climb.
The climb ahead of you is reminiscent of a clean, blank slate, devoid of blemish; untouched and pure. Yet an awkward step or a wrong decision or where to climb might invariably result in a dramatic fall or a pause over a terrible precipice in the shape of a cliff hanger.
While you sojourn at 18 in the valley of deliberation, consider your past, consider your future, but most of all consider the journey for the journey is the who, what and why of your being.
The path ahead is entirely dependent on you.