P 5

College

 Here I am contemplating while               
The fizz of an energy drink                         
fuels my dreary soul
here I am
zombified
staring blankly
at my computer screen
I feel nothing but tiredness
my frail aching hands shake
lethargy overcoming me as I
skillfully manipulate this thing
like a pianist and his piano I am
a technician on his techy cellphone
or better yet I am just a slave to
technology always following
blindly listening as if I am no
more than a puppet with no
soul I am a student who
is driven to madness
who sees nothing but
utter stress and sadness
who feels pressured and isolated
who's best friend consist of caffeine
coffee has become my inanimate
friend my source of power
my sole joy why is  life so hard
in a sense where we see nothing
but pursuing knowledge that should
be free and why is it that dreams we dream
of never come true without a piece of
paper to verify our security over our
dreams are we not a free country
is money that important
have I become one of 
many slaves in society
where we all work
a daily job where
we die soon
after only to
see our
children
follow the same path?