hope
Hope
The world sleeps
The midnight goddess weeps
Still..I hope
Soon the gods switch
I awake with a new day itch.
still..I hope.
I walk to school,
Time to deal with public ridicule.
Still.. I hope.
Walking through the halls one incurs stares
This one finds a lack of care.
Still..I hope
Studies pile, mountains and monuments to an abstract grading scale.
Pushing to find the best wording for the assignments gets stale
still...I hope
Letters from Colleges come,
Along with the reality of a lack of funds
still...I hope
Everyone wonders why
Why do I stay atop my pillar of excellent grades up in the dawnless sky?
Why do I ignore my pain
Why don't I care for others disdain?
Why do I do as I please
Why I ignore exhaustions pleas
Why my own success matters more than life itself
Why it seems I’m killing myself
Why I work towards my goals,
For a future barely within my grasp..
The secret...is hope
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