Another morose hour passes by
Murmurs of futility
Echoing within the horizon
The so-called classes
Tread beyond us
While tiresome brains, repose-
Behind us.
Bright mornings, fade-
By eve, into lustful eyes of dull eve
Craving for the next ray of hope.
Next sunshine.

Monotonous inevitability-
Sufferings towards sustenance.

But who can assure you another morning?
Another momentary bright sunshine!

A moment of leisure might've helped,
But a moment's stagnancy-
Is the rabbit's definite leap-
Ahead, to our tiresome tortoise legs.

Are boards or entrances,
Knots to our respiratory tract?
A breathing while is necessary,
For hearts to function-
Else the drumming would be too noisy-
Hindering our fixation to the real music.