This poem represents those extremely quick, about-two-seconds-long, thoughts that float into your head during your studies of development. Created by an accumulation of past conversations, words of wisdom, experiences, travels, and overthinking, their brevity doesn't compromise their substance. Studying. In my notes I have scribbled “dev.” What do I mean? Developed? Developing? Development? What do those even mean? Unsure, I am devasted… If I cannot study: Failure. If, I fail