This is just another healthy distraction,
From my life of dissatisfaction.
My nights are filled with books and lectures,
In a world mired in conjectures.
I’m on my way to a degree
Attached to it is a hefty fee.
It’s a thirty-year plan
And yet it feels as though time just began.
With each new day a fresh perspective.
If only I could stop feeling so defective.
I get all A’s in my course work,
But still I feel like a useless jerk.
Love of self is absent today.
Accomplishments fill me with dismay.
On one hand I am supreme,
On the other I wonder if it is just a dream.
Am I brilliant, or am I plain?
Am I Abel, or am I Cain?