[reality through a poem]
is it too late to repent
as i look back at the past.
how my time was wasted
on stupid things like warcraft
i sit here tryin to write an essay
but thoughts of everything come up, they call me out to play.
i don't know what to write, and i'm at a lost of things to say
hours pass. i still have two more essays due the next day.
my mind has almost dried up
i can't write my history. something tells me i shouldnt give up
yet here i am writing poetry.
time rather spent on doing my outlines
i spend on continuing this writing,
scribbling and canceling words with furious lines
fuck it man, i should really stop procastinating.
i've got like 38 days to my first paper.
think its k.c.t's modern european history
man, i relli need a life saver
coz i can't even remember who's mazzini
i'm daunted, but i try to take a deep breath
and contiune with my essays.
im down to unification and french rev.
wow. i have to remind myself- only 38 more days