ii.

What are we doing here,


We privileged few encased in brick and holly bush?

We hundreds chosen from thousands.

What are we planning for, what are we forgetting

Each night when we drink ourselves to stupor and brag about half remembered jokes

The next day in Philosophy

Instead of questioning ourselves we go along

Like pack animals, a herd of not-quite-adults

All running in the same direction with our eyes closed.

What are we waiting for? Do we need someone to slap us

And wake us up

And remind us that living for the future makes the present disappear into

An oblivion of sleepless nights at the library and erratic heartbeats from the

Thousands of energy drinks we ingest to stay awake just a bit longer.

While we sleep away the day and spend the night trying to catch up, trying to beat

Each other in this race for what?

For money and security, for happiness?

In our quest for happiness, we forget what it’s like to live.