It’s about time.

Years later down the line.

Stories on the table,

My own personal fable.

This year I graduate school,

Eight years in all for this fool.

It’s about time I get my degree,

It’s about time I get to be me.

After December I get to go write:

My prize for such a long fight.

I get to find a job I can do with my words

To make sense of a life that’s absurd.

Written for a We Drink Inspiration prompt. Check out some of the other entries via the link.


Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever.

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