Four Year's End

Four more months till the lines of work-

The coding of my life in word form-

Molds into a steel cage.

The cage's walls lined with a maze of puzzles,

Answers tucked between my ears.

Floors littered with essays, that are empty before me.

Textbooks that drag me down till my last breath.

With that last breath, I hear the ending.

I hear the speech. 

I hear the words,

The eyes,

The acceptance letters that will continue the cycle.

The applause as the poetry leaves my lips for that 

Year's soldiers.

And I am there leader who's hands 

Can't clap along with everyone else.

That's going to be me up there and all I know is that

I'm hoping its worth it.

And if it's not me up there...

Then then give me the next essay, 

I'll finish it.