feelings growing

Today I was struck with great magnitude a sense of pressure - not yet urgency - to accomplish that yet unaccomplished during my stay here. The irony. I fell out of myself during class and the voices became mere background as I wandered previous roads, feeling the waves and wind, floating through the smoke, rolling down the cheeks with the tears of sadness, heating the air with the fiery rage.. all towards the path to heighten my senses for my last days here. I have invested much of myself here, put forth my cards first to open myself up for something glorious. But that which I have put forth will not come back with me, it is rooted here and will remain. It is only in this time and place that this...This which I am, and around, and know, will be. After the end it all becomes different. And what is it which I return to? References name it Home, but is it? At this fork, is there anything that I will know, am I leaving what I only know? When the movie pauses and the feelings and thoughts of that moment emerge, what will they bring?

Must the show must go on?