Leaving

I turn my head to the future;
I've turned my back to the past,
My thoughts and skills must nurture,
And those behind won't last.

I walk along the winding path;
Away from the straight roads,
I do not know the aftermath -
Only what I know.

I doubt I'll make many friends,
I don't doubt those I have,
In College I won't pretend
To be just like a chav.

I look forward to what I write,
And cast aside the crud,
I'll sprout my wings - up and take flight,
Leaving old work in the mud.

Now I sit here, waiting in College,
Now I sit and wait,
My head still lacking in knowledge,
And in my head I debate.

I turn my head from the future;
I've turned it back to the past,
My thoughts and skills haven't nurtured,
And those behind me last.