Seasonal breeze, please slide in my window,
Flow through my hair and take away the pain of cramping fingers.
I love my big brain, but with the way it’s being endowed
My veins continue to throb until they pop, leaving crevasses to linger.
Give me some excuse to run away from endless paper mountains,
Release me from this wanted mental prison.
To know that these shackles that hold me still are my own ideas’ kin
Is like having ants crawl through my craniums interneurons again and again.
Taking time to breath
Is too dangerous and leaves me at the end of the line.
If I could just stop for personal reprieve
I know that eventually I could pick up again just fine.
Got to tromp on.
The ways of the school are just like ice.
If I slip then I’m gone.
Second chances seem to be the only opportunities that don’t come twice.