Collegiate Unnamed

• I’m of Slovakian descent, I can barely afford my rent, Now I’ve run out of time, And my very last dime, I need to reach, My time to teach, To mold the minds and sculpt the dreams, To reserve the tears and eliminate the screams, To persuade the youth in the city of Pittsburgh, To do more with their lives then- The negative surroundings they’re surround with and- I feel I need to breathe aspirations, To expand minds with dissertations, But the bills keep pouring in, And my collegiate future looks grim, I need to make it, To make it- In life, To fulfill my passion’s path, I cannot figure out the math, And my mind keeps spinning like a record, And just for the record, I feel so overwhelmed with nerves and fear from the very crown, Of my head to the tips of my toes, And it seems no one knows, Of wise words to impose on me, And all I want is the vision to see, The truth of my future and its possibilities, But the bell has told on my days of knowledge yearning, And newfound learning, I break down into a mess of tears, Facing one of my very worst fears, Failure- I can tell you it’s something worth dying over for me, I’m not sure I could go through this life, Facing any sprinkling of strife, More than I’ve already felt, And I’ve dealt, With more than I can consciously live with already, My heart beats sharp and my right arm is unsteady, I need to find the greener grass, Amidst the bleak times I have to pass, Afraid to die afraid to fail, Spending evenings sipping ale, And wondering when my life will finally assimilate, Into- A firmer vivid concrete shape, Days go by, And I try, To keep my head up, Just to keep my neck up, Out of the quicksand that’s consuming, My mind it’s assuming, That there is nowhere to go from here, Nowhere to go from here.