For those of you out there with a lot on your mind, take a three minute break and partake in the joys of my poetry. This one goes out to all the students in the middle of midterms season.
“Where do I go from here?
Alas, I am stuck in the land of fear.
Wondering as I wait, one minute closer draws near
How do I study for this next test
And allow myself to rise above the rest
Where do I lay my pencil to read the best
Oh, how I am disenlightened right now
Oh, the warm embrace of my bed and how
No, I must not give in or soon I might lose my vow
Though, sleeping in does sound great
If I soon awake so late, then maybe I will be irate
What then if I walk in, mate
Should I sit with the best?
Write with the worst?
or else, perhaps I should let the test triumph over me
No, I do not think this way
as only I can obey
My will and that of my great father
that of which I do to him pray
To believe in something better when I’m lost
and still, to not falter when I’m tossed
To be still living does not exhaust
as soon I will triumph over and be the boss
So, midterms midterms come my way
and I will show you the power of who I am today
But only shall I be backed as long as my great father keeps me on track!”