I want to lay my head
On a woman's warm lap—
To feel her soft lips
Against my chapped own.
The pink and purple sky
Glowing against her hair
In a garden full of violets
I'll wander with her someday...

Homework, homework,
Pouring out onto me.
There, they all work,
while I hyper-fixate on poetry.

O, peer pressure,
I'm not good enough.
Nothing will give them pleasure,
They think my hard work's only bluff.

Sleep deprivation,
I only rest for four hours.
Not enough motivation,
And no more brain power.

And just like a candle,
I get burnt out.
This is all I could handle,
Do not be in doubt.