Into the Halls of Hell we go, with our heavy bags in tow
With which our feeble backs shall break, but not our originality shall they take
Once upon a time ago, little children did not know
Ignorance and sugar bliss, candy canes and mother’s kiss
Story time and TV shows, fairytales, that’s how it goes
Life is good and full of dreams, but not as simple as it seems
What lies ahead in labyrinths long, lured in my sirens’ songs
Promises of “the best years of your life,” but no one mentioned the toils and strife.
In these corridors we now reside, but not many actions can we hide
We are watched with careful eyes, no wrong move dare we try
There are those who wish to seek, crossing the line, their futures bleak
Do they care about consequences and such? Of course not, that would be too much
Self-absorbed, their own monstrosity, picking fights with pure ferocity
Then there are those with whom you shall spend, those happy hours and nights on end
Making memories and friends galore, this is what living life is for.
Even though the work is tedious, just be clever and slightly devious
By this I mean don’t be dumb, study hard and don’t be a bum.
Jump those hurdles, climb those hills, take the good along with frightening thrills
True, the devil’s door you have walked through, but I have survived (so far) and so can you.
~ Kelli
