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Feelings of being a 5th year senior. Kind of long, but I wrote it in class ha. |
Tick goes the clock, Then I hear a 'tock. Can't sit still, I'm losing the thrill, Of learning something new. The clock strikes two. I'm imagining my future. All that's happened? Lack in posture. I'll be here forever, Graduation? Never. It's not going to come. My sanity, undone. My rhymes fall apart, Can't think with my heart! Two O five, sapiens on screen, Evolution, conflict, debates make me scream! Losing my mind, and lost my pen, Freshmen all around, class will not end! Awkward chairs, desks too small, Army man in front, way too tall. I'm a senior in a sea of freshmen, All more interested, invested Invested in Anthro, Bio and Soc. I'm yelling inside, laughing at the joke, The joke of me being here not gaining anything, but a gut of beer. Convinced I'll get by by chugging and games, I stay here, they're gone, I forget their names. I was eighteen, they were too. They're still eighteen, but I'm twenty-two. Twenty-two and a year to go Still unsure of what I should know. Five year students may be common Institutions make it that way, they're on Onto something, maybe a deal with a shrink? If we all lose our minds, then we won't think. We'll keep opening the bank, I want to learn, but empty is my tank. Energy gone, sanity too. The clock ticks on, I'm still twenty-two. |