The Dove and The Windsheild
With college approaching
My sanity needs coaxing
Musing my future-
A dry, beguiled form of humor
Waiting. Debating. Suffocating.
It's the epitome of a plight
They say is only finite
But that’s my infinity
Forever in my vicinity
Waiting. Debating. Suffocating.
Oh, my poor, bereft zeal
My dream’s a presumptuous ideal
All the choices seem blasé
Can I not just focus on today
Waiting. Debating. Suffocating.
Pathetically lying prostrate
Can't help it, can’t think straight
Might as well denounce it all–
My momentum so stagnant, but now that’s protocol
Too much Waiting. Too much Debating. Too much Suffocating.
I am a dove, and I smashed into a windshield
The Crash jolted me into reality, I healed
Ol' cracks on the glass– now my veins
College, success, my future, I will attain
No more Waiting. No more Debating. No more Suffocating. Instead... Graduating.