The future stands before me,
impossibly implausible
Each step I take,
cements me
Each footfall furthers my fearful affixment
to a future I’m increasingly uncertain of
Each facet of my interest,
racketeers for my major, my love, and my career
they clamor, and beg, and yell for attention
Government engenders my desire for change
Journalism, for creating and informing
Sciences, for discovery
With every class, assignment, and incidental inspiration,
I slip haplessly
into daydreams —yet
My envisioned prospects weigh upon me,
obstinate and inexplicable,
they crush me,
imbuing me,
with a horrible, twisted realization:
I may choose wrong