What Is Senior Year?


A smile, perhaps a laugh
Maybe waking up in the midst of dark
Towering blankets under the cold arc?
Stumbling through to the new day
Waking up before the Suns Ray
Gargling and swallowing the morning drug
It keeps you up like a spark plug
Rushing through the scattered thoughts
Of all the unfinished knots and spots
Then walk right into the tedious task
Of going to school with a smile mask
Then laugh at all the unfinished tasks
So what is senior year?
A smile, perhaps a laugh?

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