There has to be more.
More to this nine to five.
More than looking forward to just a
weekends' delight.
There has to me more than worrying
about GPAs and financial aid.
There has to be more.
Somehow, someway.
More to being concerned about ever paying off
the loans and debts.
More to thinking about what you've missed
because of nights of anguished thoughts
and stress.
Even the sky has more
than just night and day.
More than the ground, it has more than
just dirt and patches of dry grass; hay.
There has to be more than just money
for success.
More than just restless nights, late shifts to just
make ends meet at best.
There has to be more than being born with
more wealth or none. Because this should be a
life worth actual chances of living. Not a routine or
a mindless check list to get done.