The Race

Two years before college and it starts

Two years before college and it starts

The pressure increases on our hearts

Before we begin we are already behind

And the money to afford this is hard to find

Not yet seniors and the privilege is burden

College is now a race to decide what is uncertain

Pick a job with good income that’s hiring

Not interests or dreams, just society’s wiring

Today, I am in college and almost halfway there

But in high school I felt this pressure to be really unfair

And still to this day I am frustrated with the race

Can I not live my life without putting on a face?

This makes money and that is unsteady

But this is mindless; that is passion and passion is plenty

Yes, there are reasons for the pressures of competition

They are readying us for the world and its affliction

But how sad I do feel that our youth is ended so quick

Adulthood means stress and stress is just sick

Life is for the living, for wanders and journeys

Not for the machine, for the money, for the earnings

Teachers, do your best to teach independence to the teens

But do not ruin eagerness with the killing of their dreams

I wish I had had more time to enjoy the remaining childhood

Instead of being forced to be as early and overachieving as I could

To finance what should be encouraged as a time of learning

I am stressed to my max to find what I love but makes an earning

By April Robertson