At 17 with dreams of life in the university,

I boarded the train of my dreams.

With my whole life planned out neatly,

In 4 years, I'd be living the baby girl dream.

Dreams turned night mares and I awoke,

drenched in the cold waters of my choking dreams.

Swallowing the hard pill, I realized,

The giant of Africa was dwarfing out my four year dream.

3 years later and I'm still a sophomore,

The road I'm standing at a red light.

While I watch as others stand behind a green light,

Smiles as bright as a vehicle headlight .

8 months ago,

We embarked on it

The journey of stagnation,

Officials pronounced.

8 months ago.

Like the Image above.

The knowledge I had curated

Dispersed like the wind.

And I was left hanging dry,

Flapping about in the wind.

8 months later.

The stagnation paused,

My red light turns green,

and I have to resume my pace.

But It's hard to retrieve

the webs of my forgotten knowledge.

How does a car that's been parked for way too long start? With great reluctance.

How does a fish outside it's habitat feel when thrown back into the sea? Relieved.

Reluctant and relieved, How do I explain that I feel both ways?

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