Monday, July 25, 2011

My Ode to Grad School

Stuck in the land of in between,

I stare out the glass at everyone’s dreams,

Their muffled laughter rings throughout the land,

As I sit and ponder who I am,

A crystal lattice gleams in the distance,

A web of creation I continue to weave,

Sometimes I think it's a Sisyphean task,

As I count down the hours until I get to leave,

Time wilts in the humidity,

Fate wobbles with remorse,

But I must not give into doubt,

For only I can chart my course.

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