Era

“You’re notfrom this era,”theysaid. Now, I don’ttake thatas a compliment. I neverknewwhatyou sawin me. This era tookme in, butI vowto be different. I justputall myfeelings in this paper. It’s nota sad feeling, it’s time. Ittakes time, itwill be fine

It’s notmuch like me anymore. Self-centered butreadyto explore. I don’teven knowanymore. I don’tfeel like a good writer. Myoptions are closing while others getwider. I stand and justlookin the mirror, and justrealize I’m notfrom this era.

I realize itdoesn’thave to end here. I can pursue in everything and anything I want, butwill I be successful in such a career. Football being popularis all theywantto hear. Butit’s much deeperthan thatnotbeing successful is mybiggestfear. Knowing thatmyadulthood is near. Maybe I am from this era, butjusta differenttier.