For the next 180 days
I will wake up early,
collect my books,
and swing my computer bag over my shoulder.
I will open my locker,
shove my book on the top shelve,
and drink my coffee on the way to class.
I will stumble into class 3 minutes early,
scan the room for friends--
and sit away from them to enhance my attention towards the lecture.
I will ignore phone calls,
spend hours on home work,
and write everything down I am too busy to say--
For the next 180 days,
For the next 180 days
I will dedicate
never procrasinate
push my friends away
excel
and refuse to wait.
For 12 years ago,
before I became this,
someone told me
education is the key.
For the next 180 days I will hold the key in my hand,
and search for the door--
hoping it's at the end.
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