Questions in my hand,
Answers all in boos,
Plenty of them to read,
From where to start, “I am just taking a look”.
As I begin the first sentence,
My head tilts a bit more often,
As I finish the first paragraph
My head wonder about for, “What was the first?”
Slowly I get into it and start to recollect,
As few hours passed,
My back started to bend,
Than unconsciously I lay on bed.
Books as my pillow,
Eyes feels dull,
Blinking in each second,
Struggling to widen.
Than the laziness came over,
Books closed and bed-sheet as my cover,
With a second I fall asleep,
Why does studies feels like, “The Sleeping Pills”?
