Harvard and Yale keep mailing me
They must not have gotten my last SAT
Some Christian college won't stop trying
They must not know I follow Neil Degrasse Tyson
Where then, should I be applying?
"You're better than a state school," my mother says
"But worry not, you've got another year, now off to bed."
A year shrinks with weekends and a summer gone by
The young have no place for the future in mind
How then, can I have time to apply?
I could settle for that state school
Or risk the almost certain death of Ivy League admissions
I could shoot for moon
But rocketing into space wouldn't solve this earthly condition
I still don't know where to apply