What am I even doing?
Oh, yeah, I remember . . .

Clubs and service projects, "A" grades,
friends, love,
family, fun . . .
What else is there?

Well . . . there is my writing,
my poetry, my loves
and joys . . .

My career will never make me rich.
But I am sure Jack Dawson* could
make my life whole.
Rock and roll could sing me the secrets
of my soul.
Or not.