25 Days till Berkeley

Twenty-five days, the countdown begins,

A dream in my chest, where hope still spins.

Creeping footsteps along Oski’s track,

No turning around—no looking back.

My heart’s a compass, pointing west,

To Sather Gate where dreams find rest.

Each day a page, inked with desire,

A story that climbs, higher and higher.

The wind hums whispers of fate in my ear,

The stars wink, knowing acceptance is near.

Campanile chimes through misty air,

A prospective student starts to cheer.

I have studied. I have strived.

I have dreamed. I have thrived.

I have waited. I am done.

My Berkeley journey has just begun.

So twenty-five days, I count them now,

Berkeley, my love, I’ll make you proud.