Torch Bearer

The new generation will carry the axe to the finish line.

Staring into the eyes of those she challenged
She gently put her axe down
The vibrations rattled off its body
And seemed to make a different sound;

Their protective armour was studded
And hid in it legacy
But the history was now in the books
And their shell wore only hypocrisy

She came from a different land
With different way of tread
They looked upon her, questioning,
So she opened her mouth and said,

Those are your gods you talk of, not mine
To me, they’re but influence
They taught me how to stand up
But have sat down since

They taught me how to sing
And you, how to talk;
Their spirit flows within my veins
But I choose my own cause

I’m not out to topple the stars
I merely build on the earth beneath
But bearing the torch lit in last flames
There’s mountains to go before the peak.

 

Mail

I just received a mail from Yale!
That just rhymed so perfectly, I had to do something about it. So I did this.

 

When you sleep just four hours you’re gonna wake up quite pale
But it doesn’t really matter ’cause I’ve got a pretty tale
Just doing the job for two months I’ve been doing without fail
Trudged to my inbox and checked my email.
And there, under Promotions, was an automatic mail
Check, recipient; woohoo, a mail from Yale
It said, Matt we’re so glad you’ve added us to your Common App!
All that’s left for me now is to run the first lap.
Except it didn’t say Matt, because that’s not my official name
But it was addressed to that geeky science kid all the same.
Blimey! thought I, a mail from the Ivy!
And looked down at that belly,
That was now trending in the science fraternity,
With uncertainty.
For five minutes, I found the thought of attending an Ivy to be quite funny
And I laughed myself silly till I thought about the money
And then I laughed some more, because it’s funny to think
Of just how much my chemistry paper’s date and their deadline are in sync.
But then again before the electronegativity gets to me
I think I should be back at my table, studying chemistry
Until I get a phonecall from dad,
‘There are essays to be written, this could make your undergrad!
You’re only going to have to overwork a tad’
The next few days are going to be a bit mad
Let’s get to work, there are cups of coffee to be had!