Lasting

Head down as I dream awake

I tend to take the impossible and mold it into my own realm-

Studying, thinking, and ace-ing this test.

You would think I'm rewarded a degree,

After all, I'm in a class all by myself-

Who's there to compete or tell me how to slay this 'impossible' dream ?

Scribbling two names a heart on the hardwood of my desk top,

The gum stuck under has a longer lifeline than I;

But the same task...

To 'stick' around as much as possible.

As I sit and wait impatiently for the bell to ring, I smell over bearing hints of chalk  pencil shavings...

but still a bit of the gum.

I get it.

Through the harsh realities, there is a savory taste.

as my last question is answered and the pencil hits my desk-- the bell rings.

But I decide to sit, feel;

Taste LOVE.

by Sasha Zayas (Reckless Still_. )