You wake up dark and early,
Hoping for more sleep.
You go to school to be successful,
Yet what you want most can't be taught in school.
The pattern just goes on and on.
Then one day you realize that the naps you take,
along with all the hate,
stops you from expanding.
The breaths you breathe are limited,
You only have one life to do what YOU want,
whatever that is you push for it,
cause in the end not doing what you want,
is full of regret.
And if you're okay with settling for less,
Just remember that you were never your complete best.
This is a very contemplative poem. ~ Mrs. Kopp
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