Yearbook

They say elders gain the wisdom of years
 As time goes by, I fear...
 growing up and feeling like the best years are done
 Spend life waiting for things that never come, and...
 Hope
 When living through the memories of youth
 Hope
 When repetition guides you
 Hope
 When wondering how you wound up this way
 I hope the wisdom's worth the wait
 Life's mold gradually enfolds you
 Uniqueness given up to be accepted by your peers
 Come in from your 9 to 5
 Hang your coat and tie
 High School yearbook's still on the nightstand...
 Salutations and "How's your day been?"
 routine superficial conversations
 Gotten too deep, but somehow you keep
 working to afford another day you'll live to hate
 I hope I never fall in line
 I've seen it one too many times