What Next?

Quick thought I had after finishing college and a poem to accompany it. What a deal!

Freedom. Perceived as having a lack of agenda or schedule. Are we ever actually free? Free of a single task maybe, but never of everything around of that may constrain our time.

 

Chills of winter weather. Feeling of being free. The last time of anticipating the break. How can it be over already? Been involved in something so long that nothing else seems real. On the other hand ending so abruptly that it in itself seems unreal. How am I to just move on after so long, when you finally feel like you belong? Life has many turns, adjustments to something so unpredictable. Follow what light is seen, dispel the darkness that looms. Be who you want to be, see everything that catches your eye. Learn all that life has to offer and dream larger than the boundaries of the sky.