Embodiment of an
Aesthetical lit summer
Memory lanes like cake icings
I recall – my subconscious
The dream I had
The dots splicing
My anxiety and OCD
Would not stop me
From finishing the papers
It felt like the sofa
Was my support system
Woke up for research papers
To lie down again
Thesis would not end me
Thesis would not surpass me
That dream was
That I would finish my PhD
And it materialized
Not one other soul
Could take that journey away from me.
