Socrative Student, Socrative Master

Tensity fills the air 

we are all in for a scare

the drum of our heartbeats 

rushes faster with the heat 

My mind is wide open 

but my mouth so closed 

I feel uneasy, sweaty

nervous, clammy

But this is the thrill of the lifetime

because the moment my mouth opens

the entire room silences to hear

and somehow, 

someway,

I end up 

blowing people away

For some reason my words 

seem bigger than the peep of the birds

How funny, I think 

because my voice is nothing much but a squeak

So I think to myself

that if for the rest of my life

I can live on such a high

then baby, 

I am golden.