Still here

The clock ticks, and I sit, it’s 1 AM, A silent treatment to the passing time. Tomorrow, something I cannot touch. Where will I be? Who will I become? The question haunts me but calms me Like quiet waves. Yet I remain here, In this cold chair, at this cluttered desk, Staring at the pages. The same as yesterday. The world outside spins, And yet I’m here, Bound to the routine I know is hard. But I remain full of hope That pushes me forward, a false promise. I study words, equations, dates, As if they hold the key to my future. But deep inside, I know No chapter, no test, At the end of the day, I’ll still be here with nothing. Tomorrow is a question, A riddle I will never solve. Yet I crave to solve it. Now it’s 2 AM. One hour has passed. I am still here. Still I wait with hope, Though I know it’s useless.