University

Fake, sugared energy coursing through the veins like poison, pumping the heart at speeds that follow by sirens. The mind rendering in conformed, streamlined thought. Second thoughts, mid-life crisis at the mere age of twenty-one. Define the person whom you have known your whole life. Befriend these people, but don’t make eye contact with those people over there. Leadership is the trail to success where creativity lies in a vacant corner. Study what you love but have no time to practice what you truly do. Coffee, energy drinks, greasy foods, no food. Finally a glass of water. Drink it quick before you lose the time to feel that simply pure clarity flow down your distressed throat. Who am I? Who are you? Find me, I need to find you. Eat, drink, study, no sleep, repeat. Find a job, you’re in debt. Don’t you want to become successful and remembered? Didn’t you want to live in a large city? You’re not good enough, keep working, keep studying…. Keep moving. Because if you stop… you’ll never start again. These golden years will make or break you. Either live up to your dream bleeding and covered in scars, or leave in depression from the beating whip of the University.