A slimey path

From the first time that I heard my keys jingle in my pocket, I knew things will be different. Pulling in front of house's that once welcomed me I sat in idle. Sliding my car in drive a tiny voice whispered: "fuck it." Still I hummed along. Gray streets guided me. What felt like hours were mere moments.  

Well I would rather sell out.

The ability to know what you don't know is eye opening. Confidently saying, "I don't follow," or, " What does that mean?" Should be innately uttered without fear of sounding inadequate to our peers. Its not and will be that way tell we change it. I constantly catch myself nodding through others words that I don't understand.