Priorities Out The Door

Every time you think you’re totally in,
Your priorities will change and it’ll end up in the bin.

If you think you’d be anything, to be buried in a book,
Suddenly all you’ll need is to be locked on a look.

When all you want is to make fantastic food,
Soon you’ll be more concerned with the way you’re seen and viewed.

If you have large dreams and would do anything to play the flute,
Your priorities will morph into wearing a suit and looking cute.

If you only wish to be a star at soccer,
Soon you’ll ploy to meet a boy at his locker.

If you want something so bad you’re on the floor,
Whatever you wish for will soon be out the door.


 

maelynslavik

VT

14 years old

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