I've trudged this street enough times
That I know exactly when
I'm halfway home again
Part of me always feels strangely glad
Thinks it's all downhill from here
Even as my feet start their steep upward climb
Life's like that too.
I spent my childhood trying to get here
To where being an adult meant having the final say
But now that I'm here,
I realize what I feel isn't real
And I may be halfway home
But there's still a long way to climb
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