1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5 zeroes.
My future.
I see it laid out before me in numbers, but not in money.
I pay the 1.25 bus fare every Tuesday night,
I have $1,000 worth of kayak-shaped plywood in my basement,
And if I dropped EVERYTHING today maybe I could get a job that pays $20,000 a year, tomorrow.
That's 4 zeroes.
But as for those 5 zeroes, that two hundred thousands dollars -
That's different.
Yeah, I see it in numbers, but not in money.
I see it in years.
I see it after my first 17 in a hopefully long life,
I see it from my 26th, and LAST, semester in the public school system
And I see 8 more semesters up ahead.
Yeah, I see 4 planned years before me,
But I see the potential, too, for years beyond.
I see 27 month Peace Corps tours
And 4 months as a ski bum,
I see 6 weeks spent in Europe and 1 climbing Mt. Rainier
In my future, I see a 6 year odyssey of travel, of exposure, of life -
But not in those 5 zeroes.
Not in that crippling debt.
In that I see 4 glorious years and 1 decade of soul-crushing worry.
I see a straight path where
4 years of college becomes 2 years of grad school becomes 40 years of work -
But I don't see the less than or greater than symbols, I don't see the variables, where is my choice?
Because let's be honest, numbers can't quantify how I feel about that debt
It's feeling like you're so far underwater you don't know if you'll ever resurface
It's seeing your future stretched out before you and adding two - brick - walls -
It's hearing the hesitation in your friends' voices and wondering, if they are as scared to hell as you are
Because there's no way
You're getting out of this
Whole.
But -
What am I saying.
There's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 - 5 zeroes.
But - they're just zeroes.
They're nothing to be afraid of
If they're nothing
At all.
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(This poem is really meant to be PERFORMED, but I don't have footage of my reading, unfortunately.)
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(This poem is really meant to be PERFORMED, but I don't have footage of my reading, unfortunately.)
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