Optimistic

I have been described as intelligent. 

I have been described as optimistic.

But I’ve never heard anyone describe

Me as I am, in my truest form. Just a 

Really stupid starry-eyed college kid.

Navigating life, with no plan but to stay

where I feel the happiest. I tell myself

That failure for me doesn’t exist just yet

Because I’m just starting out. I have my

Whole life ahead of me, and nobody could

Ever take that away from me. Walking out

The door as if there isn’t a responsibility or

A heartbreak of some kind on the other

Side. Just me, and my hopes and dreams,

Hoping they don’t get sewn together with 

Today’s awful seams. Allowing myself to 

Be optimistic, as I should be allowed to be.

Not worrying about what could happen to

Me if I’m not perfect, because I’m not there

Yet. I really, and truly don’t have to worry a hairon my 

Head just yet. 

But still, instead of enjoying being 

A young stupid and optimistic college kid, I’m

Using my heads empty space to plan ahead

Even though, it’s so late I should have already

Gone to bed. But, I’m awake and somehow still

Managing to have such an amazing dream at the

 same time. Sometimes feeling like I’m stuck,

And other times feeling like I’m lucky to just be

Along for the ride. Even though, my dreams are 

Stacked way too high I somehow feel as though,

I’ll still defy the odds I told myself to not even

Bother to try. To give the optimism a shot instead

Of allowing myself to act like I forgot that the things

I daydream about, aren’t just miscellaneous scenes inside of my imagination. But they’re the reality I still need to complete my very own dream. Not the need to lie or scheme, to feed my own greed but just a truly hopeless need for optimism inside of my day.