What post shall I take in life?
What barriers shall I break in life?
What does it take for the leaves to fall?
What rule says we have to try at all?
I’m standing still, above the lava of let down.
Unsure which path I’ll take but,
I can see in the distance prosper,
But my life is at stake.
My hands shake and the pen quivers
As the teacher chews on tasteless gum
Only to finally whisper, “EX”.
“Okay”, I reply, “What’s next?”
