I am no poet

I am not prepared for life

Yet they think I am.

That my head's on straight

And that I'm ready to roll

Sadly, I am not

I have no plans yet

My choice major is a joke

My minor, well...hah

They all are prepared

Unlike my friends, my mind's blank

So I play it off

I keep pretending

Act like I know what to do

It will all pay off

Deception is fine

If success is the reward

I will be less blind

I will play the part

I will reap the rewards too

And life will go on.