The long, winding road never felt all that welcoming;

it just keeps laughing at you daring you to deviate from

its preordained path.

it’s the half-mile marker when all you want to do is

get to the finish line,

the ostentatious distraction when you need to finish studying.

 

Carry on & keep coming up with excuses.

That’s what they say. I know we’re here to become

something; it just doesn’t feel like it.

 

But at the end of the day,

we’ll get high, find our own universe,

& shape it to our will.

& when the time comes for us to

walk through the pouring rain,

we’ll select our last words & prepare

for catharsis.