Slam Poetry #2

Looking into the past through a window
Made by myself while I was asleep
I kept the dream to myself
And it is there where my memories sleep

I walked down roads I once skipped down
Because at 10 it's hard to frown
While your with your friends
Skipping and laughing at nothing at all.

And I saw the first time I drove
Nervous from my head to toe
My father laughing at how stiff I looked
Hands on the wheel eyes outward
On something yet to come

I felt the breaking of my heart
Not knowing of it's repairing
Feeling as if this world might end
Before I stand up straight again.

I saw my mother as I left for my own world
Away from home the way it is
Off to college
No longer a kid
And I saw the tears falling.
That moment became a photograph
Tucked carefully in my memories.

I wake up to see my life in front of me
Being there waiting as if to say
Let's get on with it
And be on our way
We have only a moment to live
And your wasting it in moments
You've already lived
The clock is ticking and here you are sticking
To something that is already gone.

It's time to move on.