Stress, like steel in my joints—
a makeshift structure waiting for a foundation.
Wondering, in the interim:
Am I good enough?
Will intention match convention?
Please help me make a difference.
Stress, like steel in my neck and in my back and in my temples—
and one electric-energy answer can melt it away.
Wandering, in the interim:
Which direction should I take?
Will I follow the path or will I stumble?
Please help me make everyone proud.
This boundless bundle
of energy calls for:
a course-correction continuum;
a newly sequenced curriculum.