You may have a chance
You may have your way
But just because you may
Doesn’t make it your say

This is it: what I wanted
So why does it feel so empty
I deserve this. All As. A Diploma.
Tassel to the other side of the
Hat
Ha
H

W
Wa
War
Tassel to the other side of the war
Did I not earn this
Did I not do my best
Did I not try hard enough
I tried TOO hard.
It’s empty
No diploma. No As. No tassels. No war.
This is it.

Rejoice, peers! For tis our savior:
An infinite Summer
Time ticks not in time of Summer
Grass, ticks, popping, fires of Summer
Hark, the Sun; shining, straining
Blessed be those of Summer,
An infinite Summer
No time, but always time for fun
Fun passes not in fun of Summer
Fire, grasses, falling, suns of Summer
Hark, the Time; flying, straining
Seek not the unknowing ending
An infinite Summer
And Rejoice

There’s deadline for everything.
Every project,
every assignment,
every year,
every life.
A deadline for them all.
And I’ll collect when your deadline is due.
Wether or not it’s grim is not up to you.