How I greet my day:
Not with a smile spread across my lips
Or an energetic laugh
Making my two friends holler with joy
As I spill out a witty remark.
With downcast eyes
Glaring at the shadowed pavement
Hoodie dangling from my shoulder
Stack of binders desperately trying to slip from my grip.
The moon begins to make its descend
Behind the towering bus stop
Teenagers huddled around each other
Whispering into the muggy dawn.
My brain fuddling with sleep deprivation –
I was always exhausted
Nothing satisfied my body
Not the ambitions
Pumping in my veins –
Strolling down the bustling streets
Of the city that never sleeps
Hungry for a perplexing tale to tell
For the citizens of New York City to yell.
This routine of waiting
For a dream so far out of my reach
A cycle I can't quit
Even if I was granted the choice.