I wake up and I'm seven,

I throw my hair in pinktails and walk out the door,

because at that time I don't have a care in the world.

I take a five minute nap and wake up three years later,

with a book in my lap and a pencil in my hand.

I blink and it's five years later,

with tear stains on my cheeks and my head on my pillow.

I walk throught he doors of my school,

and end up walking across the stage with a paper in my hand.

I blink and I stand there in a gaze with a cap in my hand.

Where did it all go?

I hug the people around me,

that have always been there for me.

I blink and I'm loading the car,with tears in my eyes

and the people around me dreading the moment.

I blink and I'm driving away.

I blink and I'm on my way to starting over.

I blink...

and I'm gone.