Fire burns to midnight oil.
Stress does grip this ever-loyal.
Finality, change and debt abound;
Stop, breathe and look around.
Not alone, the masses drone
through notes and printed word.
Need the air, top notch care
relief will soon be heard.
Close a book, the test you took,
it will reflect your drive,
inside yearn to end the term
and leave that one behind.

02/19/2005

Author's Note: this was like breathing again alltogether. I have finally gotten one out! I started this piece before this semester and it\'s Sociology challenge. The last four lines came today, suprisingly at the beginning of Art class.

Posted on 02/20/2005
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