I wish
A gust of wind
Would come

Blow the days
Off the calendar
Til I see you again

August rush
Love, lust
Neither matter
Without trust

My gears are spinning
Starting to rust
My heart heavy
My feet
Draggin dust

What do I need?
Why am I here?
My ship is sinking
With my torrential tears

September will come
As it always does
I applied for school
But never followed up

I ruminate over
The pros and cons
2 more years in school
To maybe
find a better job

No guarantees
Other than more
debt
I reckon
Networking in the...