My Only Legitimate FearWhat to do? It seems as insignificant as a drop of water,but it weighs heavily,like a blue whale in the ocean of my soul.After the school bell rings for the last time
And all of the seniors flee, like drunks out of a baseball stadium,I will still be here.I will be left behind, unknowing what to do with myself.With my life.With the rest of my time.The skyscraper of possibilities towers of me.Im a speck of dust.I just want to be remembered.To make my mark on the world.The world is like a human body
and I am a cell.A single cell.What can a single cell do on its own?There are too many people.Not everyone is remembered.After they die, they and the memories of that person are discarded
Like a stray piece of hair.I am merely one cell.How will I chose to prove my worth to the body?Will I prove my worth?Will I fail?The career ideas are like battleshipsWaging war in my mind.One idea trying to bear all of the othersBut the devastation is too much.