“Sunken Feeling”
Yes I was right,
This thing that I thought could be love took flight.
All that was left was an empty chest and the feeling of not quite a match returned in a flash.
We courted for weeks and suddenly it stopped, too busy to continue, to quick to flop.
I made a few calls and offered a hello, but unfortunately for me he had to go.
The winter was cold but not alone, I grew roots within someone and now call them home.
After hours of time in good and in bad, I couldn't ever possibly stay mad.
So my friends are my friends and my lovers lovers.
I must remember to not mix the two as that often encumbers.
I sit now in the area beside the study hall, awaiting my next class it seems like a long haul. 100 hours per module they say is required. 100 hours of study is to be desired. 40 - 60 hours a week for me, college will be the death of me.
I'm encouraged to continue with my degree, it's what's required in today's society.
In order to advance, to not be stuck. A piece of paper is what is always sought.
It proves that you've commitment to continue, that with hard work and virtue you're going to get through.
But some how I feel that these words are fallacy, that after college there's an empty reality in which all those with degree woes turn for a master to hopefully get a nose ahead of one another, whom were once claimed as brothers.
Degrees you see, are toxic to society.
But here I await, my next class at three.