One Year University

I became the tightly spun football

out of Tom Brady’s hand,

dropped and lost by the receiver.

Applications due, essays due, and

expectations high as ever.

Each college, footballs me and

works me so hard so I can

become the next successful college,

dropout.

The application process is like

watching the ocean until

it runs out of waves,

cruel and unusual.

And as the deadlines approach

I deflate, drowning in the stress.

Someday, I hope to be the best

football around,

but for now I’m the unwanted

deflated ball burrowing myself

under the empty bleachers.

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