Nose
Blocked. Mind
unclear. The sun is
out and I'm in
Here.
Studying, or not as the case maybe, I am now officially
lazy. I wish, oh how I wish that I could
think straight, and avoid my most
inevitable fate. Little do they know how I
fear, in three days to be sitting there,
alone and a bit
afraid, not ready to be made...
Yeck! Such cowardice, when I can rhyme, surely then there is time, for me to pull myself in, and save my scaredy cat skin. Alas and alack I wish I were brave, but my big exam looms and I crave, the simple delight of a degree ill got, without my stomach tied into a knot.