If Life Was Like a Poem

First Day

That first breath you take as you walk in
Your very first week is about to begin
Holding your books across your chest
And wondering how the other's are dressed
Walking straight and standing tall
You don't trip, stumble, or even fall
Around the endless hallways you'll go
The destination only you know
Your stomach's filled with butterflies
Each pathways' filled with girls and guys
Each head is filled with thoughts and worries
Buzzing around in great big flurries
As the day goes on and the world calms down
Soon there will be not a single sound
And you slowly become used to this
But by then you'll be gone and won't be missed