The sixth sense is active again
Showing me the clock
Tick tock tick tock, it shouts to sleep
But my eyes refuse to drop
The other senses somedays
Overwhelm the sixth sense away
Poor sixth sense can't fight against
All the other senses wanting to stay 😂
Senses senses
Wake up your tenses
Present will become past
In a matter of lenses
I clean my lenses and refocus
My senses are banging at my door,
'Stop staring at the screen and smiling
Exam is there soon, how much more?'
Sit in exam
Stare at the room and smile
When the answers refuse to come
Make them up in your own style
It's possible when you answer,
Questions that demand an explanation
Left maths at 12th and stupid statistics again
Makes me study coefficient of correlation
The numbers go above my head
The variables swimming in the seas
The alphabets have become a soup
Garnished by numbers like peas
Add some salt
Swirl it on
Drink it in a gulp
And the problem is solved
The numbers still swirl around,
From the gut it reaches the brain
The words and these rhymes
Are the only things keeping me sane
Bind those numbers in a box of rhymes
One two four, four two one
Remember them in some unique way
And they too will be fun
Wow, that's a nice way of remembering
Make boring things fun to learn
Will have to integrate studies with passion
Maybe then I'll get the success I yearn
Turn things around
Remember your sound
Lend them your voice
And they'll forever be found
That unique voice of ours
We've been playing with for a while
That's the sound of our laugh, our words, our silence
And our own unique poetry style 😊
Author's Note
Thank you once again for this amazing jamming session cchinu, which helped me stay chill through the exams... 😎
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MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoésieJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
