Listen my readers and you shall hear
Of my travels far away from here
On the Tenth of April, in a city that thrives
I recorded as I sky-dived
I posted it online for all to see
Comment “goals” and how you “wish you were me”
In the land and sea to the town to-night
I venture about, discovering new things
While you sit alone as your computer clings
To the sheets of your bed, reading this you said,
Sad, whispering “how my dreams are dead”
But you do the same thing ev’ryday
Work, Work, Work making money with no play
Now I know this poem sounds cliché, but go
And do something with your life
Instead of just reading about mine

Ceili Peglar ’18