Nov 2014
It's late night
I'm finite
My books are many
My hours are few
My music plays
My eyes droop
The phone lights up
I get a text
"What's the homework"
Should I lurk my bag
With mysteries untold
Will this be the start
Where my procrastination will unfold ?
I'm finite
My books are many
My hours are few
My music plays
My eyes droop
The phone lights up
I get a text
"What's the homework"
Should I lurk my bag
With mysteries untold
Will this be the start
Where my procrastination will unfold ?
the beginning and the end of a student's life are found in mornings
(South East Asia)
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