How is the view 
From half way down 
Hanging by a thread
Waiting for inconvenience to push me over the edge 

How do I look?
Freshly folded sheets 
Tidy chaos 
So they know I was clean
Makeup that will survive an autopsy 
Delicate 
So they know I was sweet
Searching for reasons that weren’t there 
Answers if I’d have known may have stuck around 

Is it close enough to living to going to class
Close enough to get out of bed again 
Resume a position in the constant employment of Humanity
Do the motions I am going through plead my case to stay
One more attempt to be content with barely passing 

Or would my peers be fortunate to put my mission to rest 
Resign standards to be exceptional
Return the real state of consciousness to what I truly want
Face repercussion when I find peace 

Hope to recover my potential when I get there 

How is the view 
Gazing at a lost cause 
Reflecting on my own merry chase to find closure  
When you’re half way gone it’s a task to withdraw