is when i ponder hard about my studies.
the way it stands in a menacing stance;
how it threatens to take away my only chance.
ear sticks being fingered nervously;
thumbing through random pages of my diary.
it all starts on October the twenty-second;
what will i do with my life until then?
a day more of sitting through classes;
but will i really make full use of these lessons?
a week more of school days so free;
but will i really use the time to study?
so beautiful how everyone's working so hard;
how some were focused from the very start.
how some just started after a year spent on rest;
at least i can see them now doing their best.
in solitude under a random void deck;
keeping warm with knees close to the chest.
cigarettes and pens, the flow of thick black ink;
will i have the strength to swim, or will i just sink?
(C) Solitary Author @109blackaxes.blogspot.com
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