what if

sometimes i close my eyes while laying down
and i imagine i am going back in time
to see those walls again
wear that uniform again
my old school
my eyes roaming over the floor overflowing with tears
missing my lost youth
maybe i should have done more
maybe i shouldn’t have done so much
maybe i should have known
but how could i have ever known
how much i would miss it
the innocence, the potential
the point between nothing and nowhere where everything is possible
any choice i could have made
so i daydream
thinking about all the things i would do differently
thinking about all the people i could’ve met
and then i come crashing down from the high
i’m here, 24 years old
it’s much too late now.


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