When the light appears near
A promised ending
Always seems to get cut short
The work never ends
I thought it'd be over by now
Too fast. No resting.
There's more to do as always
Never at rest. Never at rest.
Dreaming of a week without
Don't feel like writing a poem
Don't feel like doing homework
Don't feel like learning lines
But I have to them or I fail
There's tests upcoming as
always and I'm probably failing
"Woe, Woe, here I write
Again, another day, To do
my daily task of entertaining"
"It is human desire to stand
in one's culture. This is shown
through the poetry of blah blah blah blah blah"
"There is no woman's sides that can
bide the beating of so strong a passion
As love doth give my heart"
I just joined college and I'm still new
How do the juniors have the confidence
and stupidity and ignorance
Will it be like this for the rest of life?