My heart pounds to the beat of the pedaling on the street as I steer back to my dorm late-at-night.
I hear a sound turn my head, turn back twice, frown instead, worried someone is tracking-me-down.
Breathing heavy, cold symptoms rise, my throat closes off, not surprised, allergies are going to bring me to-the-ground.
Lights go off on my path, freaking out, psychopaths, bordering the bridge to throw-me-over.
100 lb backpack weighed, easily brought to lay, next to me as my bike slips on-thin-ice.
Adrenaline, like no other, worse than any roller coaster, could easily give me a heart a-ttack.
Caffeine, roaring through, a double pod for one cup of brew, pulsing through me, as-quick-as thunder.
I laugh si-lently, at my clumsy-stupidity, biking through the stadium lot at-mid-night.
Lack of sight around the curve, gives me a startle and a swerve, jumpy as I am crossing-the-roads.
Fifteen minutes, top that ten, I am back, home again, slow-ly, sanity takes-over.
Jitters fill me through and through, yittery-yappery, questions flew, directed to my friends that come-over.
Now as my roommate sleeps, I turn, keeping in peeps, silence filling-the-room around my tap-typing.
Night comes to those with classes, homework and tests, a pain in our asses, as we study, reading, sleeping, dreaming.
Come again, tomorrow’s new, all over again, we won’t refuse, passing is our only-survival-method.
Changing majors? Quite unclear… sorry I don’t know my dear, a thoughtful decision a-waits, but-not-tomorrow.
I wish, this poem could end, I am getting tired my friend, reading for class still on-the-agenda.
Night to all, I am safe, 40 degrees tomorrow’s late, nature will take its course on-us-all.