Sailing to Autumn Isle

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Vintage Publishing


Summer waves goodbye from the coastline

Submitted: September 05, 2018

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Summer waves goodbye, from the coastline,

As I begin to sail away, to island autumn.

Regardless, I’ll still spend all of my time online,

This time for educational purposes, not just pleasure.

 

In the midst of autumn, I miss the dog days of summer,

Rest and relaxation were much needed, but it’s never enough.

Said I wanted summer to end, so the earth called my bluff,

Lying through my teeth before, I’m always gonna want you.

 

Spent many long and hot nights, working myself to death,

Miserable at the time, but now I’d take it back in a heartbeat.

Now everything that isn’t school, is forced into the backseat

Of my mind, I have to make sure that I cross the finish line.

 

Nearly finished the marathon, that is my education,

Past the Associate’s, lost in a foreign land, without GPS.

Anxiety rising, always stressed out, no room for failure,

Re-adjusting is fucking hard, in a state of frustration.

 

No choice but to pass, akin to switching lanes on the highway,

The faster that I get to my destination, the better off I’ll be.

Week one I’m falling apart, regressed back to daily drinking,

Liquor in my bloodstream, treating every night like it’s birthday.

 

Face buried so deep into to books, dig a tunnel to China,

Friends get pushed to side, all of my time gets taken up.

Ends justify the means, I’m willing to do what’s necessary,

Cause come springtime, I’ll have freedom, fifteen years a slave.

 

The earth slowly decays, as my stress is coming out the womb,

Temperature suddenly drops, gotta stay warm through the winter.

Regular life turns to vapour, holding hands with all of my free time,

For the next four months, I’ll be stuck in a constant crunch time.

 

Getting serious now, the stakes are higher than Mt. Everest,

Football season is the soulmate of the grind that is education.

Time to be better, I need a beneficial genetic mutation,

Just get through until Christmas, and then I’ll be alright.

 

Summer waves goodbye, from the coastline,

As I begin to sail away, to island of autumn.

Regardless, I’ll still spend all of my time online,

This time for educational purposes, not just pleasure.

 


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