By Ashley O’Hare
I wrote my story
when I was thirteen years old,
never thinking about the safe path—
just wanting fame, success, and gold.
The world is different with my new glasses on.
20/20 made every plan go up in flames.
The cost of success could not be paid in my bank.
Nowadays I don’t want to hear my own name.
Those swell plans were perfect in their time
back in the days where the sun would always shine.
Living under the eclipsed sky,
I’m nostalgic of the best days of my life.
These people invading my social circle
don’t know that life is one big miracle.
So I’ll keep my feet firmly on the ground
and be picky about the people I keep around.