Kathryn

To write each night and day,

Sleep, eat, breathe the words.

And have someone read

Every syllable I could think to say.

 

I wouldn't fear the void

Of dreams unattained.

I wouldn't hear my voice

Pointing bitter, petty blame.

 

Years upon years,

Degree following degree,

Becoming qualified

To life out my dream.

 

But college isn't free,

And dreams are slightly out of reach,

It takes more than just talent,

If I want to create reality.