While it might seem odd to post a track kind of opposing poem 28’s message, it still is important to plan for the future.
Graduation is here,
so that means I must be done.
End of the game never hints at what’s next
after the credits are run.
I faced this once before,
didn’t create what I wanted to,
worked an evil job no one would ever willingly choose,
I can’t do that again,
I have to begin pounding pavement
and shaking these rims,
dunking on anxiety,
crossing over all doubt,
perhaps sports metaphors are how
I cope what I’m about,
Either way it’s time to play,
scrimmage is now over with and done.
Dreams are to be chased in this moment,
and tomorrow and continuing on.