Poetry · Writing

Graduation Goggles

It’s the Freshman fifteen.

Drowning in procrastination

below misguided goals

and Tetris relationships.

Just the Sophmore slump

now gasping for air

goals steep

hidden behind the Yellow Brick Road.

Junior of a junior.

Senior year

wishing they could do it all again

missing the first fifteen.

 

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