9th grade, we are only thinking about
10th grade.
10th grade, we are only thinking about 11th grade.
11th grade, we are only thinking about
12th grade.
12th grade, we are only thinking about
College.
College we only think about our careers.
Our careers lead us to think about
Being the boss,
Being in charge,
Being successful,
Being rich enough to raise a family,
Being rich enough to be...happy.
No, not rich.
That's an inappropriate term.
"Well off"
That's what rich people call themselves to make mortals
Feel good about themselves
And so they don't sound
"Elitist"

So present leads us to think about the future
Until our future becomes our past
And our present runs away.
Runs away,
Scared of our future
Not scared of being unsuccessful but
Fear of being too successful.
We fear making others shrink away
When they see our good fortune and "well offness"
Stroll through. But we crave that attention.
The stares
Of longing for what we have, desire of what we've worked hard for
Or fallen into.
Falling into wealth.
How do you fall into a sea of solid gold
Without cracking bones,
Losing relationships,
Drowning in the high lifestyle we've grown so accustom to.
Mispronunciation of
Designers,
Restaurants,
People,
And foods we pretend to know.
We keep running away
From our future
But we will never win the race.
We surround ourselves with fake friends
Who cheer for the wrong runners
And don't even know your middle name
And wonder why we keep getting hurt.
Friends as fake as
The false sense of power
that goes along with
earning a couple bucks.
That only ends with heavy pockets and
Designers jeans around our ankles,
Weighed down in wealth.
Dragging our ball and chain
Through every overpriced event we attend.
A not so unwilling prisoner behind diamond bars.
When you finally get into that diamond barred prison,
There is nowhere to run.
Your future catches up to you and what did you really live for?
What did you leave behind other then a couple pieces of paper?