Undeclared
I crave an ambitious path
I work toward an uncertain destination
I am undeclared
My future is undefined
My adulthood is up for interpretation
My drive
My determination
My reason for early alarms and refusal to stop
Is hope
A worst fear is an Everest height, a venomous snake
College was my kryptonite
Too many writing assignments
Too many hours from home
Too many dollar signs
Not a day goes by without writing assignments
I’m five hours away from home
Every dollar sign is mine to match
But I press on
The mornings are early
The evenings are late
I’ve never been more exhausted
But I've never felt so alive
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