Another College Poem

The Road’s White Line 

I find myself leaving the state of the sad occurrences

            But not of it occurring

And as I sit facing a straight dark road

I find it difficult not to dwell on it

 

As I speak with two friends

 

Both of whom have the situation more settled than me

I find myself wanting, waiting, wishing, willing

 

As I find myself staring at the white line

 

Changing, yet constant

 

I find the parallels altogether too silly.

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