Looking at the sand in my hourglass
Its turning into water
All those days, hours, seconds pass
I always said, "later."

I really detest muggers
the sheer prospect of endless studying!
I'd really rather be a rugger
honestly, I squirm just even by thinking

Maybe that is the way to live life?
how the education system has moulded us
for our dear lives, an endless strife?
Indeed, it seems to be a curse

This endless paperchase
the multitudes scramble
how sad a case
for this gamble

Our fate lies with these pieces of paper?

drummed at 1:22 AM;