All day and night long, I only seem to yawn and yawn,
Seems the rat race I am part of, is taxing my energy gone.
The deadlines seem to fly past like a freaking jet,
Juggling me in dangerously in assignment debt.
I feel like the calm in the storm, yet very much amid the storm,
All I do, think and say all day, is clearly, completely out of form.
Red circles on my to-do list, and dark circles around my eyes,
Are robbing me of peace and ability to think and do wise.
I am surfing on a high tide, with my body stiff to the waves,
Might not hold long against the online classes myself braves.
I jump into the little 'peace' land in my mind,
But the present has intruded it and simply get behind!
I sometimes feel like a villain to my very uncertain future,
Mornings begin with vexedness, a feeling, very immature.
This treatment is all good for me, but I need a break and no break,
All my futile efforts are in one sentence,
When I say every night, 'to a better morning will I wake'.