Tonight's personal writing assignment, motivated by watch a show about high school students trying to find their places, was to try to recreate some of the feelings I had at that age.
Well I’m standing on the edge
As I seem to always do
Yes I’m standing on the edge
Trying to find just what to do.
I want to dance with you
To a song that’s fast or slow
But I stand here in the corner
Till the last song signals the time to go.
I want to be the leader
But I’m never at the head the line
Instead I watch the others move forward
While I walk a few steps behind
I want to join in the circle
To grasp other hands in mine
But I stand on the outside
Perhaps it not my time
I wonder if it will happen
If I’ll ever quench my thirst
If the saying will come to be
And the last will be the first
But till then I’ll bide my time
As I seem to always do
Standing on the edge
Dreaming dreams that never come true
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I can relate to that one! I was on the edges in high school but finally found arenas in which I feel comfortable as an adult. I'm sure that you have done that as well!
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