The Clock of Life

So ready for home
Yet so unready to leave
Two sides in my mind conceived
Yet which side has won?

Torn between two places
Parents and my family of friends
I wish neither would ever end
The argument is good in both cases.

So unsure of the now
So unsure of what is to come
So unwilling to only choose one
wishing for something I don't know how.

What will happen this summer?
Four months of separation
I grasp at nothing in desperation
Marching to the beat of my own drummer.

Will we remember this time,
This place, and how we feel?
Are these things my own Achilles heel?
The clock of life begins to chime.