Everything you have worked for
The whole semester, months four
Has prepared you for this moment
Couple of months with knowledge gotten
All set to manifest in few hours
Wonder bathes me day and night
All I studied for to be used
Just one time and nevermore
Months of feeding on books
And times these books have fed off me
Will all end in three hours?
Now I am unable to see nor think,
Buried in words and essays with nothing else in mind
Or worse, painting an empty sheet with only it in mind
Hunger escapes from me with other problems like fugitives
Nothing else in view but the work soon to be due
And after hours of willing psychological torture,
I drop my pen and say my prayers
And leave the rest to the higher power.
With this I retire until the next time
Next time I shall face such trouble
Coming faster than human thoughts.
