April, Senior Year

I use yarn and needles to keep my hands busy

While I suffer through a class I once loved

I use television and sleep to comfort myself

From the thoughts of my nearing future

Too many deadlines, applications, expectations

To bring any joy to this achievement

Little time to enjoy friendships

Trading memories for a possibility

The future is now the present

But still looks dreary and bleak 

I still have no idea where I’m going

Or who I truly want to be

I put my hopes and dreams into a degree

Without a guarantee of anything

And as I near the end I’m left wondering,

Did I do it all for me?

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