I drink, I drone,
My future unknown.
Coffee helps with the moan,
And early morning foam.
To college I’ve shown,
Myself a new home,
Though to graduate alone,
Brings itself a sad tone.
Daily screens of woe,
Computers with strong undertows,
Money to keep the groan,
Of my hunger checked and toned.
Very little joy escapes this sad stone,
So I try and laugh to make my own,
Till the day I too can be well known,
And am finally finally free to roam.