Waiting
Sometimes I wonder
why time flies so fast,
I never thought it would be like this.
My chair is isn't comfortable,
yet I can't get up,
so I'll have to wait for one hour to pass.
The clock is ticking:
slower than the other days.
I'm waiting, as my table creeks from time to time.
I look around;
but almost everyone is asleep,
and others, still puffing and blowing and scribbling,
all over the answer sheets.
Suppose I should sleep too
-but I can't.
Now that my glasses keep slipping off my nose,
I will wait the rest by putting them back,
for there's only 30 minutes to go.
PS: I just 'upset' my civic education exam.
I'm not hopeful anyway.
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