Three days until the last year
of my undergraduate degree
But you won't see a tear
when I'm finally free.
School will never end for me.
Life is all about learning.
But my soul is thirsty
for a bit less mourning
of summer nights
and winter break
of forgetting to cite
and trips to bear lake.
College is alright I suppose
But I prefer a different classroom.
In the lectures, I only doze
and dream of life in full bloom.
of grad school research
and weekend vacations
of all the mosaics in a church
and travelling the nations
of mountains in march
and art for generations.
Let me touch every cathedral
Worship in every temple
Climb every mountain
and love all the people.
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