Restless Pens and tired minds
Exhausted thoughts trailing behind
Jet lag of the brain is the ultimate climax
So much more to go
Never ending sleepless tremors
Always parallel structured tenure
Frequent lapses of unfitted rest
Pass on,
Pass on this final exhibit
All I ask is a moment of silence
To reminisce in solemn quiet
But there is so much more to go.
And all they want is perfect product
Molding my work to fit requirements
That I’m not sure who put in place.
Following rules, equations, formulas
This is the secret to success.
Would we have electricity if Franklin had followed the rules?
Who would have given us the car had Henry not defied society?
Thus, success comes only in great rule breakers
No, mediocrity does not satisfy the thirsty soul
Succumbing to popular opinion never got anyone anywhere…
Yet this desk lamp grows dim as the sun sinks to hide beneath the stars
And mind grows weary under harsh conditions
Over informing is a day-to-day happening
And hands rub raw in frequent use.
But with baggy eyes and weary soul
Books stack up in quick succession
And though hearts ache for hurried relief,
There is still so much to go.
