Time marches on
Studying for classes and tests,
Her head is a carousel,
Spinning, in all directions.
It swirls into a glob of slime,
that engulfs her mind
Light bulbs click but stress is an ocean.
To swim up, is like tearing old wounds in a never ending cycle. One tear for each stroke. Another stroke, another tear.
It was more than she could take and it was the last straw.
She ran from where she began,
Turning a blind eye,
Sometimes living a lie
But in the darkest corner,
Her mind is a mix, alive and writhing
The clock ticks,
They both yelled, "Time is of the essence. Time is money!"
She still carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Her head strains
And the pain remains, like needles closing in on her back
But she closes her eyes
And remembers, it's just the darkest hour before dawn.
Never give up. Just do it!
So with a yawn,
she hung on
And dreamed like a run-on,
Looking up through the rainy days, she had friends and family as a house
And before she knew it, school was over
the smell of Summer, the fruits of vacation
The Garden of Eden has called upon her
That she had all the time in the world
