The thought of my driving force of life

always feels like a knife

that will keep on poking.

I wish I was joking

about this dreadful feeling.

As appealing

as my dream

may seem,

it may remain

as deadly as acid rain.

What does my future behold?

If only it could unfold

sooner than later.

I do not want to end up as a waiter.

The thought of it not including

my intentional career leaves me brooding

as to what I could have done better.

I am a go-getter.

So, why should I be concerned?

I learned

the necessary knowledge

in all my schooling and in college.

What if my life’s work

will leave me berserk

since studying was as worthless as dirt?

It will hurt,

no, it would deeply wound me

to not be the being

I was foreseeing

I would be.

I might as well be a honey bee

who does not have an academic degree

because I am not as good at computing the love

of my life, thereof

Someone of authority should have picked

or should now predict

that drowning

would be better than a career with Accounting.

All that has driven me in life is

to pass life’s next pop-quiz

and have a bright

future that was fought for will all my might!