'These Days'

When I look back

I see a blur

loud laughs in a crowded hallway

quiet whispers in a classroom

late nights in a bedroom

Tonight I look closer

final memories being photographed

inside jokes being passed

freak outs turn to laughs

I use to hate these days

8 hours in a class

forced to stick around

early mornings 5 days a week

because now I'm here

with 12 hour weeks

expected t skip class

late nights and late mornings

They say you'll miss 'these days'

but I never have

and I missed the point

Now I miss

seeing my friends on the daily

taking advantages of all the laughs

spending all this time alone

maybe making friends

Soon one day

I'll remember that these days

well, it's what life is all about

before idiots get caught up

in careers, money, love

I say I'm a grown up now

but I'm not there yet

I'm still here cutting class

questioning all my sanity

but not really giving a crap

Still dreaming on the daily

and exploring who I can be

testing my limits and getting drunk

I'm still her making memories

only this time I forgot

no longer taking pictures

no longer passing jokes

and my freak outs don't turn to laughs

only tears and dangerous thoughts

But I know I'm still making memories

and someday I'll miss 'these days'

for now I'll just continue to mess it up

until I remember how to stop