'Life' of A Student

Trudge homewards with calculus work in the dark,
Six o’clock through the door from the physicist’s talk.
Stack books on the desk where (half soggy) they lie
Go lie on your bed girl, exhausted you cry.

Close the door, open books and lock off your weekends,
Expectations consist of no fam’ly or friends.
Just stamina, stubbornness, subverts the mission,
Dreamed of in one whisper of idealism.
Success, inspiration, fulfilling your best,
Are twisted by coils of revise-dampened tests.
Wavelets of paper overflow your desk,
All prooving your dedication and success.

As you struggle to wake tomorrow in the dark,
Your back hurting still from the weight of your work,
Smile, girl for the future – and all you aim for
It’s getting so you don’t want anything more.