Lost Loans
Lost amid the surging madness
forever-ever seeking a place of peace,
slipping and sliding through the maze
of forms I arrive at the power of no.
Never fitting the requirements,
the debt grows exponentially
as I wade through semesters.
Hope! The light of my goal beckons,
Lost amid the forms I cry.
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