Well, it’s time to pay tuition. Again.

Looks like I’d better decide which of my bodily organs I don’t need.

Maybe my heart, ‘cause it’s always breaking.

Or the asthmatic lung in my chest that makes sleeping difficult -

As if school stress wasn’t enough to keep me awake for days.

Or maybe that part of my brain that thought dreams were possible.

Yeah, that part. That’s the part I’ll sacrifice as payment,

Because dreams aren’t shit if you’ve got to sell your soul to reach them.

Who needs them when the world’s grown cold?

 $20,000 this year. And the next. And the next.

And I don’t have shit to show for it, except a 3.88 GPA,

An honor society key charm,

Student loan debt,

A jobless society,

And a broken heart.

They said college would make life better, but if I’m too broke to finish,

Was it worth it?

I’ll ponder that while I toss and turn tonight to keep the dreams away.