September comes

The school year comes forth and does not

Stop, not for anyone or anything

Lines become long, cars bustled

And for what?

A bright school year

 

I gaze into my window

I realize, everyone left with the school year

But I remain left behind, in the summer

I ponder and realize

This is where lives split

High school for me has ended

So what was next?

 

I contemplate my plans

I reason in haste of what I am to do

But nothing comes

It is do or die in this time

But for now, I am dying

Dying for a future

A way out

A way into what I have always known

Education

 

Money is no object

But if that's true

Why can't I begin college?

Why can't I begin my future?

 

Money is no object

For some it is a luxury

For me a necessity

 

Money is an object

The object of affection

The object of corruption

The object that can help for better

Or worse

 

With this I can begin on the path

The path to happiness

The path to an education

 

As I watch my peers go to college

On social media, broadcasted loud

And clear

I realize

 

The school year left without me

The school year was too busy for me

September came and the school year does not

Stop

Especially not for me