its funny how looking back on moments you realize you can never go back to the same exact moment, its worse when your actually in one and you hold on as long as you can but time always passes
nothing last
nothing
because if it didnt there would be no memories to look back upon
i remember specifically a few times thinking where i am now (or then i guess) when i was eight the day before my ninth birthday i rode my bike down the street to my church and back and i remember thinking, why do i want to be nine.
my life is half over i am growing up and eight is great, and everyone knows nine is fine. i wanted to hold on to age eight.. because nine was sooo stressfull PSHHH
now i know
i recall seventh grade when i thought i was grown up so much and i got to go to the middle school with all the big cool kids and i admired those 9th graders in all there awesome superior-ness, those older boys who were so big and starting to shave, eww! then those first few moments of walking in the high school doors and seeing new and old faces and thinking this is it, i’m a sophomore, i can be who ever i want, i can think, and act and do for myself. teachers no longer care, admininstation just slows the commotion.
this is it
this moment it now
or was now
cause now its all gone
and summers here and again almost gone
but yet too soon i’ll be pressed into that moment of mighty juniorism, and before i know
graduation
and college
and life…
because these moments can’t ever last
nothing last
nothing
because if it didnt there would be no memories to look back upon
i remember specifically a few times thinking where i am now (or then i guess) when i was eight the day before my ninth birthday i rode my bike down the street to my church and back and i remember thinking, why do i want to be nine.
my life is half over i am growing up and eight is great, and everyone knows nine is fine. i wanted to hold on to age eight.. because nine was sooo stressfull PSHHH
now i know
i recall seventh grade when i thought i was grown up so much and i got to go to the middle school with all the big cool kids and i admired those 9th graders in all there awesome superior-ness, those older boys who were so big and starting to shave, eww! then those first few moments of walking in the high school doors and seeing new and old faces and thinking this is it, i’m a sophomore, i can be who ever i want, i can think, and act and do for myself. teachers no longer care, admininstation just slows the commotion.
this is it
this moment it now
or was now
cause now its all gone
and summers here and again almost gone
but yet too soon i’ll be pressed into that moment of mighty juniorism, and before i know
graduation
and college
and life…
because these moments can’t ever last
august 4, 2010
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