"Avid" Migration

I had no choice, it must be done
My heart…no voice; no time for fun

The initial days were fine at first
Then days to weeks, and weeks…to worse

Hundreds of miles, from the home I never really had
Why do I miss it?
No house with a loving mom or dad.
Is it that, which made me sad?

Surrounded by a sea of people
Yet, never so alone
In the place of “higher-learning”
My faults are clearly shown

I was once a shark in an otherwise-vacant wading pool
But when the rains brought floods, I swam away…proving I’m a fool…
For now I maintain the status of a mere plankton, in an ocean more vast than I could ever swim.

Most days I can’t think of a reason for getting out of bed
But I do.
Some days, I tell myself that I’m just not going…
But I do.

Perhaps the verdict will come too late
Perhaps it won’t
Perhaps it’s fate.

The jury is still out…