The road is long and feeling a bit weary
I look at the distance I’ve traveled and it makes me queasy.
How have I come so far still have so far to go?
Where am I going? Is there a point to this journey? I need to know.
I’m frustrated and I’m feeling a bit deflated.
I see my peers living the life, looking like they made it.
What classes should I sign up for, because they clearly have something I don’t.
They’re achieving more!
“Keep moving”, a voice says.
“Don’t let what they’re doing over there get in your head”.
This voice sounds like me, but how can that be?
How can I be sure that these thoughts aren’t plagues?
A hole has formed and my ankles are wrapped up in ivy as if it were an ivy storm.
Again I hear me. “Keep moving or become a fixture of pity, you have been warned.”