I have been described as intelligent.
I have been described as optimistic.
But I’ve never heard anyone describe
Me as I am, in my truest form. Just a
Really stupid starry-eyed college kid.
Navigating life, with no plan but to stay
where I feel the happiest. I tell myself
That failure for me doesn’t exist just yet
Because I’m just starting out. I have my
Whole life ahead of me, and nobody could
Ever take that away from me. Walking out
The door as if there isn’t a responsibility or
A heartbreak of some kind on the other
Side. Just me, and my hopes and dreams,
Hoping they don’t get sewn together with
Today’s awful seams. Allowing myself to
Be optimistic, as I should be allowed to be.
Not worrying about what could happen to
Me if I’m not perfect, because I’m not there
Yet. I really, and truly don’t have to worry a hairon my
Head just yet.
But still, instead of enjoying being
A young stupid and optimistic college kid, I’m
Using my heads empty space to plan ahead
Even though, it’s so late I should have already
Gone to bed. But, I’m awake and somehow still
Managing to have such an amazing dream at the
same time. Sometimes feeling like I’m stuck,
And other times feeling like I’m lucky to just be
Along for the ride. Even though, my dreams are
Stacked way too high I somehow feel as though,
I’ll still defy the odds I told myself to not even
Bother to try. To give the optimism a shot instead
Of allowing myself to act like I forgot that the things
I daydream about, aren’t just miscellaneous scenes inside of my imagination. But they’re the reality I still need to complete my very own dream. Not the need to lie or scheme, to feed my own greed but just a truly hopeless need for optimism inside of my day.