Oh, dear, I have such bad senioritis
It makes me wonder what the meaning of life is
While I sit here with measly amounts of motivation
I can’t help thinking how much I crave a vacation
It makes me question my life’s choices
And wonder if I’ve listened to the right voices
I kind of, sort of like what I’m doing
Yet I’m still so unsure of the direction in which I’m moving
I have to fight myself to do anything
Because all I do, doth not joy bring
I wish it would go away
I fear I’m about to become a meal en flambé
I’d really like to not get roasted
“To success and happiness!” I’d rather get toasted
But all I want to do is read and for-the-fun-of-it write
And follow a literary path in which my future is bright.
This perfectly shows how I feel on a daily basis... Head.Desk.
Poet-ed at 11:30 pm, in the dark, when I should have been asleep for an early class.