It was a mild, Autumn day
The kind I've always loved
Where I stood, watching him
Fix the boat onto the trailer.
Safety catch,
Other chains for various reasons,
Then he walked back to the truck and got in.
Salt water streaked out of the plugs
Where waves had battered te fishing vessel.
The diesel of the truck revved up
When a dangling rope caught my attention -
Free and dragging,
Frayed at one end.
Screeching took my focus away
To the tires of the black car,
Which were spinning wildly as e hit the gas,
Yet going no where.
The line swayed back and forth,
Reaching closer to the back tire axel.
So desperately I wanted to grab it,
To throw it onto the bow,
But I was frozen looking at the tires.
They spun, and spun, and spun more,
Thick black smoke rising off the ground
As friction tried to hang on.
It was me.
It could've been a mirror.
Finally, someone understood  
I spend my life working and working,
Getting no where because I'm working
Instead of learning,
Learning like I so desperately want to,
Stressing over deadlines for endless
Papers
On nothing.
The papers I used to love,
The love which was being drawn out of me
By some terrible wind,
Like the wind that had beaten me in the boat
So badly before.

The squealing stopped
And he slid out.
Shaking his head,
He bent over,
Looking at the tread.

thats 20,000 miles right there,
Used in 15 seconds.

Two years of me spent.  
Gone.
I can never get it back.
All the time I could've read -
Taught myself anything -
Gone,
Spent trying to please the unappeasable,
Who sit in front of white boards
Abusing their power,
Going so far as letting me make the curriculum.

Two years were those fifteen seconds.
How many miles less
Can I now go?