Why aren't the metal people melting in this heat
Why am I still out here? It's because I can smell sand and salt
And the heat reminds me of summer
Although
I am questioning what in the world am I doing The birds chirping
The traffic
The anxiety It feels like a good day
For the beach and nothing else To get your feet burned in the sand
And the sharp feel of shark water But I'm here on an uncomfortable park bench
Made to look like a place to sit
Made to be uncomfortable So much for the brick and concrete, cars and calc I could have drove home and be arriving there now
But why would I want to be there Have I become one of the metal people
Just here watching the other people I guess not quite yet
Because I can feel the human slowly dripping from the pits
I want to stay
Cradled in between
Sweetly smooth melodies
Where I let my fingers go wandering freely
Humming the notes
That I did not take during calculus class
The reason was that I was busy dreaming of an impossible life
That’s what happens to me
When I feel stuck in between the bars without a single key
My signature move of not paying attention,
To the epsilon-delta definition of a limit
And honestly, I might have just found my mathematical limit of brain power
The tone of my voice has gotten beaten down
I cannot learn at this fast tempo
For the next bunch of weeks, I'm stuck with the strings attached
I try to simply count it out but it doesn’t add up
I don’t know how to measure
The slope of my own tangents
I put my signature on a piece of paper that says
This summer class requires a ton of deadication or it could easily result in failure
And now I feel
The sharp pain
That makes me fall flat
On my back
I can feel the anxious vibrato
Building up in my hands
Maybe I need a rest
This cannot be natural