| "Lacking" |
| It's amazing how I should be studying But all I can think is of this, This classic need to write or die, Kills my academic bliss. At times most needed, they don't exist, The words don't come my way, But now when time is crucial, The words flood me all through the day. Instead of sitting book in hand, Reviewing dates and facts, Of events passed and long gone dead, I'm writing what I've lacked. Words that blur before my eyes, With no purpose for my needs, Now stand quite clear and forthcoming. My desire do they feed. I know that from this lack of care, I'll fail in what I'll do, But when I return, The words will remain, No matter what I've failed to do. |