Undeclared

I crave an ambitious path

I work toward an uncertain destination

I am undeclared

My future is undefined

My adulthood is up for interpretation

My drive

My determination

My reason for early alarms and refusal to stop

Is hope

A worst fear is an Everest height, a venomous snake

College was my kryptonite

Too many writing assignments

Too many hours from home

Too many dollar signs

Not a day goes by without writing assignments

I’m five hours away from home

Every dollar sign is mine to match

But I press on

The mornings are early

The evenings are late

I’ve never been more exhausted

But I've never felt so alive

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