Tuesday, August 14, 2018

I'm beginning to realize I'm bad at FINISHING poems


1, 2, 3, 4,
1, 2, 3, 4, 
Left, Right, And, Repeat
Left, Right, And, Repeat
Hearts beat to war drums measures
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Ding Ding Ding Ding
Clocks synchronize to cardiovascular symphonies
Almost like mr almighty composed a pattern so perfect, that nature falls to its rhythm like dominoes with a purpose
Education dances to the similar tune of 4 quarters in a year,
4 years to diploma filled folders
4 years to cap and gown cascades with degrees wrapped so tightly in hands, you can see the whites of the knuckles clutching to a finish line that keeps marching 4 steps ahead
4 years to a future without parental control
4 years to a future of gainful employment in something you love 
4 years until the president can be plucked from office
4 years to fix the country

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