As I await a text response
I think about my life
I think about the future days
I think about a wife
I contemplate the library
And see the lake beyond
I contemplate its dim lit shore
It’s not more than a pond
Surrounding me are tables full
Of people and of books
Who going on about the day
Won’t get a second look
And I the same to them am sat
A mystery of one
They don’t know what is on my mind
Or anything I’ve done
But yet our lives are just as full
Of studying and such
Though if they are a COAL major
They don’t study as much
I’ll wander through across this place
All while the night weaves on
And I’ve still not got a reply
So wait until the dawn
The text in question was not interesting. It was asking about hockey, which is an interesting topic regardless of who is watching it.