The wheels on which this body runs are freshly greased and greatly worn
From start till end the week goes on, tightly knit into the next
No full stops, just short breaks, pauses result from overload
When thoughts wander, hours later, I find myself lost in something unrelated
Distractions of my wants for things, restricted to my student status
Priorities of student life yield not to socializing nor to experiences longed for
Once my degree has been achieved, once post-secondary is behind me: hope
It floats sweetly near this end: hope
A pause, long enough to embrace what I have been yearning
Maybe then breath can find its way back into my lungs, winding in and out of passage ways
Maybe then the neediness of studying can be forgotten, draining hours
Devoted to achieving an end
From start till end the week goes on, tightly knit into the next
No full stops, just short breaks, pauses result from overload
When thoughts wander, hours later, I find myself lost in something unrelated
Distractions of my wants for things, restricted to my student status
Priorities of student life yield not to socializing nor to experiences longed for
Once my degree has been achieved, once post-secondary is behind me: hope
It floats sweetly near this end: hope
A pause, long enough to embrace what I have been yearning
Maybe then breath can find its way back into my lungs, winding in and out of passage ways
Maybe then the neediness of studying can be forgotten, draining hours
Devoted to achieving an end
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