Year abroad

March 21, 2017

Though never I have thought like this
The things I find myself to miss
In dizziness so loud yet lone
Are quiet in the undertone

Its mostly the security
Of knowing with clear surety
That after school theres things to do
With people that i am used to

The feeling I get on my bike
When on the way to one i like
Has not appeared quite recently
And then I sit impatiently

The best way to describe all this
Is sweet and bitter messiness
That I don’t want to end quite yet
And still as always time’s a threat

There’s never no development
But it has made me hesitant
To do the things I wanted to
So often I feel blue, so blue

Every day though all I see
Are loads of opportunity
To grow, explore, appreciate
Why did I find this luck so late?

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