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Often, my mind wanders
Thinking about where I was, where I am, where do I want to be?
Just two summers ago I was in San Francisco
A new world: interning, tech, and personal politics not made for me
Petty arguments, new money claiming diversity is a worthless costs
Pseudo-intellectual manifestos, remind me of old IRC groups.
I just learned that my old team at that company got let go
An acquisition by a goliath, social impact is the first to disappear
Antitrust and trust, it seems, are loops of the distant past.
Today I sit at a coffee house on the south side of the city
It’s hard to turn off when reading the news
These last two years haven’t been easy, how do you regulate
A train of thoughts at full speed?
This degree I’m working for, I tell myself it’s for my mom
First in the family, all that jazz, but only I know it’s a receipt
Written to the State, maybe then they’ll let me stay.
I’m not sure where I’ll be in a week
And maybe things will the same as before
Something I must keep at hand are these thoughts
At some point, maybe it will be enough.
All I know is that I don’t wanna stand still
But I don’t really wanna keep walking
There’s just no other option, that’s what I say.
I’m not sure what I want
If I know the boundaries
Do I really have a say of what I can do with my life?
Often, my mind wonders that.
Author Bio:
Daniel Hernandez is an immigrant student, residing in Chicago, IL. He is passionate about songwriting, activism, and writing.
Often, my mind wanders
Thinking about where I was, where I am, where do I want to be?
Just two summers ago I was in San Francisco
A new world: interning, tech, and personal politics not made for me
Petty arguments, new money claiming diversity is a worthless costs
Pseudo-intellectual manifestos, remind me of old IRC groups.
I just learned that my old team at that company got let go
An acquisition by a goliath, social impact is the first to disappear
Antitrust and trust, it seems, are loops of the distant past.
Today I sit at a coffee house on the south side of the city
It’s hard to turn off when reading the news
These last two years haven’t been easy, how do you regulate
A train of thoughts at full speed?
This degree I’m working for, I tell myself it’s for my mom
First in the family, all that jazz, but only I know it’s a receipt
Written to the State, maybe then they’ll let me stay.
I’m not sure where I’ll be in a week
And maybe things will the same as before
Something I must keep at hand are these thoughts
At some point, maybe it will be enough.
All I know is that I don’t wanna stand still
But I don’t really wanna keep walking
There’s just no other option, that’s what I say.
I’m not sure what I want
If I know the boundaries
Do I really have a say of what I can do with my life?
Often, my mind wonders that.
Author Bio:
Daniel Hernandez is an immigrant student, residing in Chicago, IL. He is passionate about songwriting, activism, and writing.
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