Ready or Not, Go
Ready or Not
Go
The whistle blows,
the bell chimes.
It’s your time,
it all starts now.
What are you going to do with the rest of your life?
Ready or Not
Go
Run too fast and you’ll get tired.
Totter too slow and you’ll trip.
Will you pick yourself up,
or stay down awhile?
Ready or Not
Go
The path twists and turns
never staying constant.
Up mountains, down valleys,
through rain and fog,
thick and thin.
Ready or Not
Go
Sometimes it’s good
sometimes it’s not,
but don’t claw at your eyes
they’ll get tired.
Just keep your feet moving
don’t freeze now.
Aren’t you sick of being frozen?
Isn’t being free what you wanted?
Ready or Not
Go
Mama can’t pick you up no more,
she can’t keep up.
You’re going too fast,
you have to
You have to.
***I wrote this poem based of my entry for prompt number 7, basically stating that when you’re a kid, you hit the earth with your feet and get to explore a bit, but as soon as your time to grow-up comes, it’s as if something drops you in a new world, and the only way to survive is to hit the ground running. If you make a mistake, the thing that may define your life is how you get out of it, not the mistake itself. If you stumble, get back up and keep going because at this age, anything can happen.***
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