Five more months

Five more months until school is done

Four more months until drill competition

Three more months until word back from Brown, NYU, and Syracuse

Two more months until word back from UCSD, UCLA, UCI, UCR, UCB, UCSB

One more month until financial aid forms are due

Just four more checkpoints until school is done.

Four more checkpoints until I'm out of here

Five more months until I will never see almost all these people again

Five more months of high school bliss

Five more months of being a kid

Five more months of high school hell

Five more months of fake people

Well not just five, more like 70 more years.

Five more months of waiting

for what I've been waiting for four years

And it'll be all over.

Four fast years.

I'll miss some,

I'll be glad to be rid of some.

But I'll miss everything.

Time to make the most of what I have left.

Just like the little bit of gas left in your tank

When that meter dips below the last line

You're waiting for that light to come on

So you can go fill up and see the meter go up again

But secretly you don't

You want to see how far you can push it

How much money you can save

How much you can squeeze out of the last little bit

Just five more months.

Free verse. Entitled five more months. I own all rights to this poem.

I wish I could freestyle
I wish I could be a poet
I wish to be so many things
But I never stop to look at what I am
Is that selfish?
Is that wrong?
Is that greedy?
Is that humble?
Is that ambitious?
I just want more.
But I am what I am


man..
I wish I felt tired so I could plop on my bed and fall asleep..
but I'm not tired at all. fuck.
well I'll just leave it at this.
Laters geee

Peace.