What I Hope Will Happen This Year

Last year, the strings of my guitar,
were tangled, screeching, a melodic mess
This year, I hope to be a puppeteer
Where the strings are only a connection, from me,
and the musical puppet

Last Year, I sat in the dark,
Fumbling with the buttons of the PS3 controller,
This year, I hope to go outside
Where the birds chirp and i play a sport
Embrace life, outside the virtual one

Last Year, I sat next to my notebook,
The pages were empty, but they read dissapointed teachers and angry parents,
This year, I hope to see those pages filled with a story, or poem,
Telling my feelings,
Or telling my past

Last Year, I sat, motionless at the school's desk
staring at the clock, the digital numbers were my focus,
This year, my focus will be on my pen,
On the paper, and on the work that they have been doing