Tunnel Vision

There's a rhythm to the lights I pass by

In the old Hubbard Tunnel I occupy.

It's hypnotic, almost narcotic.

I loop around for another pass.

I may be late for my college class.

Why an encore? To stay the stressor.

*

Just why the professor has it out for me

Is unknown to the likes of me.

I'm always nice, my work is precise.

Yet he questions me and glares.

His focus solely on me impairs.

And so I slow before I must go.

*

Why should I rush to be humiliated

When I already feel unappreciated?

Time to face it, hopefully make it

Walking in, something is strange.

The atmosphere has a positive change.

I shut the door to smiles galore.

*

The professor shakes my hand as I gape

I am tempted to turn and escape,

But I am confused, and a bit amused.

It seems he did see my potential,

Even though he kept it confidential,

And he confessed that he pushed for my best.

*

He nominated me for a prestigious citation

Which results in a job after graduation.

Everyone claps. I think perhaps

This professor cares more than I thought

And that's just one more lesson that he taught.

It goes to show, if you learn, you'll know.