Inklings 2023

How do I decide where my life is headed, When I stumble on choosing an ice cream flavor, If I don’t know what to do without cookies and cream, How can I possibly know which major, To commit myself to, They say “you’re young, you have time”, But the grains of sand in the hourglass trickle away, Holding on to my childhood playground, longing to stay, Forever, here, in this moment with my friends, Laughing until my smile becomes real, Until my eyes brim with tears and my, Stomach begs for respite, From this joy, torn apart by uncertainty, Because it seems like everyone knows who they yearn to be. What if it’s only me, Who doesn’t have a yellow brick road to follow, Red lights or are they green, I need a sign, Yield or pass or am I just color blind? The past turns into dead cells I wash, YELLOW BRICK ROAD Kayra Serpenguzel ’25 38