To stay the ground.
Mother,
she graduated today.
Brought tears to my eyes.
Next up, masters.
We had a talk tonight.
I've come to the conclusion,
I need to do some soul searching.
I need to figure out my life.
If I truly want to be a photographer.
If I truly want to work my ass off,
and possibly for many years, fail,
or not be recognized.
If I shall take the path less traveled by.
If I truly have what it takes,
to build myself up from ground up.
Or do I take the easy path.
Follow my intellectual interests, psychology.
Or do I take the path to buisness?
I can't quite imagine myself in a suit.
Sitting in a mohogany deep leathered study.
So do I follow my heart, my strength,the road less traveled, my passion?
Or do I take the easy way,
that could put me financially set.
Double major? Do both?
All I know is that my heart aches for travel and wonder.
And all else I know is I'm not doing it.
crayon box
dorm in boston i fell in love with
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