I will be away for a while
Stuck in place as if a tile
Body pinned to a desk
Having forsaken their rest
Study study study
What will come of me?
A rich job of my for you to glee?
Scholarships? Debt?
Pelted into a thin skull
'Why are you to fret?'
they're null
'What is?'
Study study
A cursed fable
I am unable
My knowledge hits a wall
'Mustn't you know?'
Its null
'Oh stop you'll sound like a crow'
Study.
I Jam it into my head
As if water were stained with led
The point? The point?
I feel a break between my loin
A few stumbles down
A few more and there is a frown
'What's wrong surely your back is full?'
It's not. It's null.
Gone
