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Swimming Upstream


The clock continues to tick even though I beg for it to slow

This test is ruthless, causing me so much woe

The words I need elude me like fish that never bite my line

Everyone knows that my grades are on a decline

Time is a master that can be unkind

It seems like I’m going to fall behind

People look at me like my grades are a crime

But they don’t see my arduous climb

Then I remember why I'm here

It doesn't matter so much that another bad grade is near

When people say that taking this course wasn't so wise

I have to remember that knowledge is the true prize

As long as I'm improving, a grade doesn't matter

The illusion that scores are everything will shatter

So I keep studying and let my energy flow

I'll stay on course, letting the world shake me to and fro

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