There will always be the first day, that one instance where every thing is fresh. The innocence of minds with no sense of direction, the path that commences after an end. A new cycle, a foreign pattern to conquer, straight into the oblivion that is unknown.
From the moment we were born, we have a start. As we continuously grow throughout the unknown we decipher things a part. We tear the things we mark, a crayon's soul, the creator's gifted hold, the age where no fear exists, and the little are bold.
We enter doors of learning, social concepts become a yearning, fundamental ideas take hold, through these ages lives are turning. The molds of what we know begin at this institution. The variations throughout our nation make it an "institution". But when we leave these walls and can never go back, another conclusion leads to a new first, middle schooling.
Who would've thought these days brought awkward education. I'm not talking about state examinations, but focusing on the growing pains and relations. Where becoming your own starts to create questions, like does she like me or am I just guessing?
These guesses add on from building to building, higher learning becomes your final 4 years in the system. Your wisdom is growing yet still stubborn to certain ways. You make your way through this last maze and the first day you were dazed. But when you're out and feel like you have wings, once you fly, you fly together with others who've obtained wings.
They say that birds flock together in order to survive. But what do you do when you end up at a place together to when you know how to fly? The first day of college is the first step in getting higher, the first day that inspires, and the last day that is still dire.
But through these stages there's always a first, and from beggining to end, the journey is unrehearesd.
