Not enough time
Where does the time go
Sleep is of no more
There is not enough hours of the day
To study or to even write to what I shall say
Days where lectures seem like hours
My mind is in a sudden state of confusion
Jolts of caffeine and books are in fusion
The times where running around without a care in the world have past
Times where adulthood and the presence of responsibility have came by fast
The desk has become my bed
The keyboard lies next to my head
When I wake up in the morning and say
Where has the time gone it has simply gone away
I sit here procrastinating
And yet I wonder why there is not enough time
If there were only more hours in the day
Then I could study and write to what I shall say
