a once-concerned man in the mirror told me,
the best things in life are free.
so why is it my life revolves in threes?

three colleges,

a four-year marianist institution,
     with less morals than a mosquito,
a two-year community college,
     overlooked as tall egos look down upon,
and on to a four-year vincentian valued
     melting *** of hopeful inspiration.

three majors,

a degree in engineering seems futile,
     as i already understand the mechanics of life.
a degree in business is impractical,
     as i already know how to sell you on strife.
a degree in english completes my triad,
     as i already know it's the butter to my knife.

three years

one for the money,
        two for the show,
                three to get ready,
                                                   four, oh, help me so.

three reasons,

1.
2.
3.

it seems i'm still searching for my meaning here,
pursuing a hare at tortoise-speed.
if only i could kick it into third gear,
i'd catch up to my purpose, and plant
                                                                    three
                                                                ­                more
                                                            ­                               seeds.