When the music is blasting
When your voice reaches
Notes you know it can't
And you don't care

When your book is open
And for once, just once
In your whole life
You enjoy what you're doing
Enjoy the way the pen flows
Across the paper, creating
Words and shapes that the mind
Can truly comprehend, and the
Best part of it all is knowing
That in a matter of weeks
Not milleniums, not decades
Not years, you'll be done, and that's
Scary, but also peaceful