College and other future plans and maybes

When we talked about college

Four years away for you

Five for me

You want to go to MIT

"Math", you said

4.7% acceptance rate

Buddy, trust me, if anyone can make it it's you and that's not even bias,

They're not going to know what hit them.

I

Want to go to Berklee

Actually

I don't know

Something with music somewhere in the world doing something somehow

Is what my future looks like

As long as there's music in it I'm good

Berklee

Because the conductor

The guy

The guy who taught me rhythmic silences and what actual dynamics are and how to do well-done sforzandos and why it matters and he gave me reasons,

He gave me every reason,

Somehow all that in two days,

And so I want to be him now,

And so I want to go to the college he teaches at,

Chase him down,

Hope he's not retired by then,

And say "Hey

Remember me from seventh grade

You showed me how to do sforzandos for real"

And learn my butt off

That's my plan.

I could focus on English

The one other thing I'm good at

Why would I?

Why on earth would I?

Whatever makes me happiest I suppose.

Not sure.

We'll work on it.

I have a while.

Anyway, I digress.

If

You went there

And I went there

We'd both be in Boston -

Ten minutes apart,

One mile away from each other -

We could rent an apartment

(You could buy a house)

You could take a gap year

So we'd hit college at the same time

We could spend time

Be together

Whichever way you want it

I'll do whatever

Boston's not that far from

Our friends

Our families

But it's far enough

We could have lives

God, this sounds like a childish fantasy

Running away together

Sort of

I mean it'd be college

What do I know, anyway

But don't tell me you wouldn't want to

Even if we're just friends by then

We could still make each other happy

We could still make sense to each other

The future's uncertain

But I'm in if you are.