Run Away

Watch the river run away from here
with each passing smile and tear
let the memories never fade
but produce new ones  as they are made


Growing up is a difficult thing
it's a never ending process of lessons learned
through friends you make and  paths you take
there are always embers to  burn



What's lost is not forgotten
memories last  forever
people don't forget them or the people they make them
and there are many people i've met
who I've made memories with
particulary a certain group from last summer
who  I was worried forgot about me
but that's stupid to fear
because most likely they haven't
(I tend to make myself anxious over the most petty and pointless things)
Now the river forks
it doesn't know which direction
go in or which to turn
that represents my life
because I don't know
where the next chapter of it
will lead me into

I am fearful and excited
at the same time
and at this point can only hope for the best.