Oh how excited I was for your return.
"November 2018"
I waited,
I anticipated,
I
Was disappointed.
Just an empty promise.
Yet here I stand
I still remember when I saw you on tour.
You were beautiful,
I was astounded,
I imagined myself running around in your beautiful grass.
Alas,
After my first semester has gone by,
I have not set foot on you.
They preached about a campus transformation.
But as of right now they have only made dirt out of you.
A heaping mound of soil where my heart belongs.
Yet here I stand,
Fenced off from your potential.
You needy little lawn.
Blocking off John Barry like you deserve every entrance,
leaving us but one to enter and exit.
Yet here I stand,
Waiting.
You were supposed to come weeks ago.
You're a liar,
A cheat,
A fraud.
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
Maybe speedy recover just isn't in your genes.
Maybe Gregor Mendel himself, couldn't breed
A better field in his wildest dreams.
Despite the lies you've fed to me,
Here I stand,
My feet are sealed,
Standing,
Waiting,
For the day I can finally say
"Welcome back, Mendel Field"