Why is the class so silent?
Have they to others their words lent?
Or are they all merrily asleep?
Attending class in slumbers deep?
A whisper of the word assignment
Blank faces of utter astonishment
Sinking hearts start arguments
Not in the morning, no disappointment
Their plea is heard and answered
Another day is the test feared
Till then everyone must fight
To keep their eyes open to the light
To not give in to calm darkness
Of blessed peace promised by sleepiness
But alas that door is barred
For we wish to not be scarred
By the sword of attendance wielded
By professors, we cant be shielded
Their voices grate on our ears
Portions and assignments are our fears
We are all tired and stressed
Our eyes are watery and strained
We are drained and lifeless
Zombies trying to play chess
We need sleep and comfort and rest
To bring out in us the best
It is after all time to grow
It is time to many seeds sow
It is time to love and learn
It is time to truly burn
To burn for all the wrongs
And then to dance to the songs
And be who we want to be