You wear that cap and gown so well
Go share the boxes that i’d sell
But those picture windows never show the mixture in those eyes
I doubt that anyone could tell
Can they all see the other half?
The afterthought to every laugh?
I still remember waking up, us pretenders ache enough
To live the lives we have to have.
Since when did tiles turn to cinder blocks?
I wish that metaphor was real.
You gave up learning how to answer prayers and telephones,
and I just gave up learning how to feel.
Since when did reason turn to retrospect?
Since when did veins turn into scars?
You found the sunlit pathway out of all our memories
and I found out I’d never go that far…
You follow headers, I follow ecstasy
That ain’t much better, it’s hardly ever free.
You push the peddle, from sea to shining sea
One subtle settle, that’s all we get to be.
Emaline Shimkonis is a Fourth-Year History Major and Journalism Minor.