By Evan Wilson
The first few left turns are full of anxiety
But the same smell of libraries is always inside of me
And the bumbling fool who said all those things
Is the collection of past and what future day brings.
When the first day of school counts down like an ax
It cuts through to the sadness of when last days relax
Just like the first smile is all opportunity
Sometimes it takes two to bind two in unity.
Last night stayed up late because it’s not their first Sunday
But today’s the tomorrow when you said before “someday”
And a library, church, or a friend in the morning
Is when young turns to old without worry or warning.