I'm craving his words.
I'm craving some escape
From this reality I live in.
I am overcome,
Even two weeks out,
With the desire to return
Back to school and classes.
Even there,
As I am driven slowly insane
By paper after paper,
At least that repetition
Is not drudgery
And leads me towards
A higher goal.

For fear of seeming desperate,
I hold my tongue.
I stay back
And wither under the weight
Of a job I can no longer stand.