The fear I feel,
Is more than real,
A language oh so old.

Whether tis nobler to do so,
Or to know so,
The actions. The workload. The stress.

It's not just the midsummer nights dream,
That I wish would lay to rest,
But the process which I fear.

An expectation oh so high,
It feels like Everest to climb.

The challenge academics face,
Is not that great at all.
But to me I see,
The fear to be,
what little time I have.

To learn the lines,
get dolled up to the nines
Step out and say to ye,
Is it for me?
To be or not to be.