Churned Limbical Notes

Day to move
In grimness to prove
Wierdness of feel
That refuse to appeal

Sitting on bed
I look around late
Like firstness sail
Funniness can't be said

Anxiety reads the going man
Fearness lingers at plan
Not clearing the sight
Rushed blood with melacholy sees the light
-- 6/7/02

Commentary

This trilogy of poems (Ongoing, In 48 Hours, and Churned Limbical Notes) illustrates my feelings of my impeding departure to Melbourne for my further education then, on 6/7/02.

This is the day, the event that I hoped and foreseen since when I'm 16, and it's finally coming my way, real near me. However, as the days draw nearer, the pressure and uncertainties builts up. Perhaps it's the money spent, perhaps it's the expectations I have, perhaps it's the unknown awaiting me. It may be a blend of all, I can't tell for sure. With all my mights, I put up a strong front, layers of cosmetics. Reckoned that to "tremble" at this stage will put all around me into untold worries which is something I can't do at this point in time. I'm sure this is a common feeling experienced by all sharing my path.

As what Keith encapsulates it, "It's like military enlistment all over again. Pre-enlistment anxiety......"