Day to Day

They call it morning, and rightfully so
Because when the sun rises I'm reminded of my 2 a.m. meltdown
Already the stress of the day washed over me
I hear the birds sing high up in the trees
As if seeing me, they know

The short walk from A to B consumes me
I am a day to day life enlistee
Each day simultaneously fills me and empties me out
Draining my moxie with each step on my route

The flowers smell lovely and the cool breeze is soothing,
but I'm more focused on my 100 pages of reading
I'm drowning at night in essays and hunched over with pain in my spine
Hurriedly typing with cramped fingers to meet that 12 o'clock deadline

While the days get longer, my time is running out
They say I can do it, but my mind is filled with doubt
My veins are more loaded with coffee than blood
This degree is my downfall, the future is my drug

I'm exhausted, but at least I'm free
Free to spend and acquire, but not to be me
Buried in debt and blackboard announcments
Stacks of books on my desk that look like a mountain
 
Tylenol, alcohol, and Adderall a plenty
Sweaty, ready, unhealthy kids in their twenties
The future is unknown, that's what they say
Even though we're lost, I'm sure we'll find a way