I cracked my shell,
in hope that all goes well.
On a mission with a 2020 vision,
to prevail and excel.
I feel ready but my nerves are still unsteady.
I walk in sharp as a pencil,
but my palms are super sweaty.
The coolness of the room make me tremble.
I take deep breaths and my thoughts assemble.
I took my seat and introduced myself with ease.
I maintained my posture and answered question after question.
This is still nerve wrecking, should i mention?
The voices, stares, and coldness
made me froze over, blanked out
lost in time
where am i exactly, and why am i doing this?
One thought on “The interview”
Sometimes life is easier in the shell, but not half as much fun.