It’s funny to think of life just like a tower of Jenga pieces
Every moment every value stacked up one by one,
Crossed higher and higher.

The first day of school,
Riding that pink bike without training wheels,
The first time those innocent lips touched someone else’s,
When the tassel moved from right to left.

The blocks suddenly began to form the empire state.

But what happens when you ditch the first day of school?
What happens when you wreak your first car?
What happens when you drop out and cant graduate?

That skyscraper slowly turns into that apartment on the corner.

Be careful which block you choose to pull, because the tower is more fragile than you think.