I was assigned to write a freeverse

Yet I receive this task as a curse

I find it quite hard to move without directions

After all that’s all I have been taught in my lessons

To follow directions and be okay with selections

That have not been made by me

Maybe one day I’ll wake up in college

And find myself with mounds of knowledge

As well as decisions that I will have to make

That will not be fun and exciting and a piece of cake

However until then I shall sit and wait

And hope that in my work that I’ll do great

I hear the smell of my own putrid desire

To look and see the touch of my own

Of my very own decisions that have been made by me