Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Rock Out...

Rock out like the day is almost over, but yours is just starting. Rock out like you just got your dream car. Rock out like you kissed the girl of your dreams on the cheek after a school dance in one of your dream cars. Rock out like she just told you she likes you. Rock out like you've never heard a bad word. Let alone said them. Rock out like you broke a habit. Rock out like the policeman didn't give you a ticket when your license wasn't showing up in the system. Your first time getting pulled over and you're thinking you're going to be arrested and wasn't. Rock out like you found money in some of your old birthday cards. But then just to be placed in a savings account that you don't know how to access so you can't spend it. Rock out like you just got a high paying job and it's something you love to do. Rock out like you recieved your mission call to a foreign country that you have to look it up online to see where it is. Rock out like it's pouring rain. It's warm and a little bit light outside so you can see who you're with. Rock out like you made a new friend. Rock out like you and your new friend become best friends. Rock out like you made it to the semi-finals in 5A football. Even though you lost. Rock out like you graduated from high school. Then reality kicks in: Mission, college, career, marriage... oh crap you realize you're stressing out. Rock out like you lost your chances with her because now you're not tied down. Rock out like you're immature, "wait what?" is what your thinking. Rock out like it's summer time. Rock out like it's the Fourth of July and your neighbors are setting off illegal fireworks. Rock out like there is no tomorrow... like your day has no end... spending time with friends and family... rocking out

2 comments:

  1. i feel the same way about the whole mission, marriage, career thing. i thought you wrote with a lot of honesty, but the poem was just ok.

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  2. The first line.

    This might sound dumb, but I'll share anyway. I used to work at Frito Lay. In the warehouse. I worked from 6am to 6pm. And there was another shift that was just the opposite (6pm to 6am). There was this moment where the people who were leaving work met with the people who were starting work. Your first line reminded me of this moment.

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