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.