On the school bus with my old best friends,
Dancing, jumping, hyped up to no end.
But as they laughed, I began to see,
That the joke was on me, and I wasn't free.

I asked for something serious and true,
But they declined, said it was boring to pursue.
They called school lame, not worth the time,
Our interests no longer aligned.

While they remained foolish and carefree,
I grew up and began to see,
That their antics, their jumping and dancing,
Only left my...