digressions from a paper on the pros and cons of e85 ethanol fuel

my hours are saturated with things to do today
and none of them are terribly exciting
they remind me that i'm supposed to be growing up
like taxes, filed for the first time
lost in a sea of figures and percentages
dictated by my government, out of my control
they wash over me and make me feel small
like a phone call placed to a potential employer
yesterday, because time does not wait
not for even the most down-and-out college student
who needs money to pay his bills that pile up each month
bills for an education, for a future, to overwrite the present
me.
that college student.
trying to define the term that describes what i am,
a college student.
but i've written before how i don't think i'm the norm
for sometimes these weekends drinking dusk til dawn get old
three days under the influence, stopping only to start again
there must be something more, i know there's something more
but where is it?
i try to find it, looking through old photographs
stages, lights, and music
i was famous. as famous as i could have been in a school of 700
known throughout for feats of performance on the stage.
maybe not so famous, but everyone knew my name.
not anymore, now i'm
a college student.
identified by an institution, by a number and a barcode
printed proudly on my identification card
trying to break out of this mold is difficult.