2 more weeks to the end of official curriculum lessons.
2 more weeks to the termination of work and the commencement of stress.
2 more weeks to go.
But I am empty; my steam is gone, the coal depleted.
I am a freight train desperately clinging on to my remaining inertia and I know it is in due time that my rusty wheels will come to an instantaneous rest.
My acceleration encapsulates the earthbound route I am headed on. It is a highway to hell and a stairway bound for trepidation.
My velocity winds to a close. The gusty wind stops brushing against my clouded windows.
And I know it will come to a close soon and as my joints unhinge themselves, I close my eyes.
I lay in an intersection, a juncture of tracks, the railway of death.
I am coming to a stop; no, it's too early.
The sirens and whistles taunt.
Now or never.
The final stretch but it's ending too fast. I open my eyes and I scream; the blaring horns overwhelm my incessant pleas.
Dreams comes and go, the epiphany without reality, a revelation without civilization.
Cliffhanger.
I wake. Light.
Smoke
and mirrors.
Deceit.
2 more weeks.
Only time will tell