(no subject)
The books and bullets on my syllabi are shrinking.
Giving me the first sign that the end of another semester
is closing in fast.
My diary is always filled with sentences
starting with 'I must..'
It becomes difficult to find words for the page
that comprehend what my mind has
been tinkering with for months now.
I will write (something! somewhere!)
everyday until this semester is over.
While a voice of authority has not
confirmed this, Next semester could
be my last, if I wanted it to be.
Despite all my continuous dissatisfaction
and every moment before now attempting to
push me beyond all the here and nows.
I am unwilling to bite the so-called bullet
and move on with my life.
Giving me the first sign that the end of another semester
is closing in fast.
My diary is always filled with sentences
starting with 'I must..'
It becomes difficult to find words for the page
that comprehend what my mind has
been tinkering with for months now.
I will write (something! somewhere!)
everyday until this semester is over.
While a voice of authority has not
confirmed this, Next semester could
be my last, if I wanted it to be.
Despite all my continuous dissatisfaction
and every moment before now attempting to
push me beyond all the here and nows.
I am unwilling to bite the so-called bullet
and move on with my life.