Mentality's Gold

Holding you firm while opening a birthday gift

Only five years old, with

Plenty of high expectations for a firetruck. It’s

Everything that you could’ve imagined,

Delivered right in front of your eyes





It’s drive; it’s adrenaline:

Visions of nervous hands, a pounding heart,

Irises bright: the apple of your eye is tomorrow. We’re

Expecting beautiful weather, and

Sensing an even more beautiful day




Eager to apply, but

Far more excited to hear a response

Only four more days left. My

Reward required pain, but it was never

Wasted, washed into my veins, head, and hands




Rejection stalls cars and spills rain on leather seats, but hope is the endless supply of fuel that

Drives us forward.


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