I wake up.
I go to school.
I do homework.
I go to bed.
I wake up too early.
I go to school for too long.
I do too much homework.
I go to bed too late.
“What did you do last week?”
I do not remember.
Weeks are just blurs
Of school and homework.
“Did you enjoy your weekend?”
Almost, but not quite.
Hard to enjoy it,
With such a looming threat.
“How was your winter break?”
I actually really enjoyed it.
“Amazing!” They said.
But they just gave me more homework.
I’m sick.
With anxiety,
With stress,
And even a cold.
Could I fix it?
Oh sure!
But I still
Have homework.
Maybe if I went away,
All these things
That kill me
Would change.
So why then,
Am I here?
Writing this,
My sad song?
I’d so much rather
Play in open fields.
Or maybe fly out
And find better inspiration.
“Go on take flight!”
No, but I can’t.
“Why not?”
Because…
There’s too much work.
And I must complete it.
Even in my adult years,
It will never be done.
So when I am 25,
Holding a degree I died for,
I’ll head out into the world,
And keep working.
And I will wake up too early.
I will go to work for too long.
I will bring too much work home.
I will go to bed too late.
We are promised this life.
This is ideal.
Tell me, honestly,
Is this what you want?
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