I wonder if

"Life isn't about finding yourself.

Life is about creating yourself."

Said the big chalkboard on the wall

In that gym lined with red mats

And chairs and chairs and chairs

I'll never forget

I feel useless

Unproductive

No one needs me right now

Good

I have nothing to do

B o r e d o m.

I can't stop thinking about you

I assign myself tasks

Keeping me occupied

When I got home

After those two days

Passed by much too fast

And then they were gone

And I was changed forever

When I got home

I remember

I cried and cried and cried

From longing