This is a poem I wrote when I was feeling lost in the world of college and I was not sure of what I should do or where I wanted to go.
If not P then Q...
Jumping through hoops and losing interest,
So much of nothing and not enough of something,
Maybe I'm apathetic, or just afraid of commitment,
But I can't decide if I'm here or leaving.
Wasting time with prereques and overlaps,
Wasting money on books and supplies,
Paper or plastic, Ink or machine?
These are a few of my favorite things.
"Whatever," is the cry of MY generation,
Weeping I cry, "Whatever!"
Time will tell the tale of my fate,
And I will see what whatever brings.
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