Van's Blog

I find the best time for me to write,

The best time to do anything really,

Is in the dead of night,

When the time seems most silly.

See, tomorrow I have a test,

Two to be exact,

And tonight I’ll get no rest;

I need good grades to keep my mind intact.

Cause the outlook is decently grim,

And I’m not sure if I’ll make it through,

But this the only way I know how to swim,

As if I’m drowning deep in the ocean blue.

As if there’s no salvation for miles around,

And the lifeboat of a 4.0 semester is nowhere to be found.

But on the horizon, a dark and ominous figure begins to form

And it’s beginning to look more and more like a catastrophic thunder storm.

And as I struggle mightily to stay afloat

I keep up hope that there will come a boat

To save my life and take me away,

And hopefully, possibly, I can get her to stay,

But, that’s a topic for another day…

I find myself to only be productive

When it’s the 4th quarter,

Time running down,

Down by 3,

Crowd screaming all around.

Defense up tight,

Visions of that red light,

And the ball falling through the net, and to the ground.

Not even in my dreams do I always win,

Not even in my dreams do I reach the end.

Especially here in this reality,

Miles and miles of ocean is all I can see.

Yet I look to broccoli cheddar from Potbelly’s,

Red Bull, and poetry for my serenity.

I stay calm amongst the storm,

Because that’s all I know how to be.

I’ll deal with the repercussions later.