On my bed.
Many thoughts dance in my head.
Time passing by.
Supposed to get up, so why can't I?
Clothes to be pressed.
Notes to be rehearsed.
But I do not mind.
After all with time, I'm way behind.
Dressed up now.
"Wouldn't want to be late", I made a vow.
It's half past eight.
I guess I'm thirty minutes late.
I care not tho.
I'll just enter the lecture with my head not low.
Opened the door.
Upon sight, jaws drop in awe.
But I do not mind.
After all with time, I'm way behind.
