You are put under a microscope confined to one statement of purpose
that you hope says everything but not just anything
Small expensive capital letters, decimals, numbers
tell important people that you are capable-
at least you think you are
After your submit your application
it is out of your hands
You chuck a basketball again and again at a rope net
in and out of your hands
You walk towards sun on this broken planet
while cotton drifts through golden light
in and out of your hands
You try to face the burning buildings
with eyes wide open
tears can burn like fire
You wake at 3:30am thinking, thinking, thinking
Your calling, your passion
You can burn with fire
Because it hurts good
to believe all our goals could come true
and it hurts more to think it could not happen at all after all
You are altered in this moment
along with the world.
eyes wide open
accepted or not
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