The pubs are long closed
The coffee’s been drunk
And our friends have all gone home.
In the quiet of my room
After an evening’s false jollity
I take off the Brave Face with cleansing cream
And am once again alone.

Maybe if I ignore it
Ostrich-fashion
The future
Will simply
Go away.

Written when the end of my student days was in sight and I was I was wondering what choices to make and which path to follow.

And here I am again.

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