I wonder if they realise,
That my fingers’ dance,
Is more than an essay or coursework.
I wonder if they know,
That these words have more meaning,
Than just word count or letters or form.
I wonder if what they see,
Is a student catching up,
Or a hipster with too much time.
I wonder if they expect,
Me to move on soon,
Or stay here obsessing all night.
I wonder if they care,
Enough to think at all,
Or wonder who I am,
Where I've been,
Or why I'm writing.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
I wonder if they realise,
That my fingers’ dance,
Is more than an essay or coursework.
I wonder if they know,
That these words have more meaning,
Than just word count or letters or form.
I wonder if what they see,
Is a student catching up,
Or a hipster with too much time.
I wonder if they expect,
Me to move on soon,
Or stay here obsessing all night.
I wonder if they care,
Enough to think at all,
Or wonder who I am,
Where I've been,
Or why I'm writing.
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