My seasons over,
Nothing to do for a week,
Basketball tryouts,
Time to work with my feet.
As I sit here thinking,
Of what time shall bring,
I can't help but wonder,
What time will mean?
Breath silent,
Voice numb,
Tears waiting,
Words failing.
Seasons changing,
Minds racing.
What if time brings,
Unwanted feelings?
Unwanted troubles?
Unneeded emotion?
Will I be ready,
For the future's troubles?
Will i be caught,
If I fall?
Or is it Just,
Me against,
The world?
