I am Sweet tea in summer.
I am long nights of sleep.
Sundays watching football,
Working too long of shifts.
I am a dusty book on a shelf,
Abandoned but waiting for a chance.
People try to tell me who I am,
But I do not listen.
I am overpriced school lunches,
Xbox at midnight.
I am college applications,
Doritos locos tacos with no lettuce.
I am walks in the park with the soft breeze.
Creative writing, psychology.
I am an old tile hallway,
People walk over me without notice,
But yet I remain.
I am Chick-Fil-A on Wednesdays.
I'm the hero Gotham deserves.
But not the one it needs.
I am a fighter, a champion,
Always jumping up after I'm knocked down.
I am not Michael Jarvi,
But I wish I wrote like him.
I am country music,
Tim McGraw and Carrie Underwood.
I know not where I'm going,
But at least I know where and who I am.
I am Austin.
