WONDERlust

Well he came from college just the other day. Nothing much has changed over these last three years he's spent there. He hasn't gotten clever but he has become quite cross. Perhaps it's because espresso permeates his food pyramid. Maybe it's the fact that no matter how much knowledge he absorbs, he can't quite hold on to it once it slips through the #2 pencil onto his midterm paper. It might be because he spends his hours with hundreds of other people who don't know what they want to do, being told by people who clearly aren't enjoying what they do, that it's ok to not know what to do. He'll just figure it out later, right? He wonders when "later" will come around. Sometimes he goes to the library to study, silently hoping that he'll stumble upon some obscene paragraph in his $216.00 textbook that might inspire him to become something more than in-debt. But he has too many options, because from the very beginning they told him he could be anything he wanted, even the president! So now he wonders what it would've been like to become a blacksmith just because dad was, just because grandpa was.