I’ve been waiting for this since day one,
Practiced through nights when the world was done.
Read, rehearsed, imagined the scene
MUN was the dream I kept chasing unseen.
And now I made it.
Selected.
My name on that list I wished for so long.
But suddenly, it all feels wrong.
Because I’ve got this trip already planned,
Tickets booked, bags in hand.
And I have to go. No way around it.
But it hurts. It does deep down.
It’s like asymptotes always near,
Getting closer every year,
But never touching, just out of reach.
A lesson life keeps trying to teach.
Or like two lines that meet, then part,
Perpendicular, sharp from the start.
I got this shot, the one I’d earned,
But now I have to watch it burn.
It sucks. Honestly.
And maybe I’ll be okay with time,
But right now,
I just wanted this to be mine.

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