Endeavor
Elton Callender
I desperately need an excuse.
I totally blew it this week.
I've fallen incredibly, inconceivably behind.
Help!
I'm anxious to hear from you.
I left town.
I stayed up all night.
Right now, I'm going to take a long walk.
This whole thing has taken a lot out of me.
I'm really up the proverbial creek.
The problem is a tale of woe.
I caught a fever.
Argh!
Trouble.
Nothing original, but everything's piling up at once.
Scribbling notes so laden with anxiety,
seeking some miracles of postponement and balm.
Nobody could doubt that the notes are real.
They are authentic voices of a generation
that is panicked to succeed.
I'm privy to their hopes and fears
and their piercing cries in the dead of night,
"Does anybody care?"
They ask how to get through tomorrow.
They ask how to get through the rest of their lives.
The road ahead is a long one.
It will have unexpected turns.
There will be plenty of time to change.
Change whole attitudes and approaches.