Back and Forth

It is my last semester of undergrad.

With no ideal medium,
no concept of what genre I may be remotely good at
(or earnestly interested in for that matter),
I am wondering whether I chose the wrong path.

Maybe I should have been an accountant.
Glued to a swivel chair under fluorescent lights,
fifty hours a week.

Two weeks paid vacation.

And I'd sit in the restroom stall each work day,
avoiding the unavoidable.