de la ghetto

a dark lonely road takes you there
a place where you can get lost in the stars.
scared of where you are, scared of where you might end
scared of what will be, hoping someone will be free,
free to take you through ups n downs in that great big town.
hanging onto hope as it flies away
maybe it's meant to be this way
perhaps it needs to be left behind,
it's out of sight out of mind.
you may believe in fate
but you will have to wait.
the moon has set.
is it hello or is it goodbye?
it's both, with a cry.
happy to start anew
saying so long to a crew
charged with dramatism
filled with sentimentalism
saying goodbye seems like pessimism
yet all along you've tried optimism
all that you've known is in one place
hoping that you can leave a trace
wishing they'll think of you
because that's what you'll do.


8 days till the big move...not yet packed, everything's still in shambles. so much to do. so little time. AHHH!!!! am i crazy? my eagerness and excitement to go to school in NY is being tempered and hindered by this feeling of...sadness. haven't even left yet and the missing has begun. looks like i'm gonna be a mess...new york city here i come. book the shrink, i'm gonna need 'em. umm, somebody slap me and tell me to suck it up.