Junior year

as i walk in to this space
It feels new yet old
I'm not at the bottom
or the top
I'm in the middle
The future hasn't come knocking
though I can see it

through the window of the car
as we drive to yet another school
could this be the place for me
is this where i belong

Or is this just another stop
along the path
that is splitting in the distance

Am I ready
Will i ever be "ready"
or will it come
and past me by
like the rest of my past