There seems to be no end in sight,
I don't have it in me for another fight,
The last one near killed me,
And none of it thrilled me,
I'd lay my head down to sleep at night,
And it would taunt me preventing my rest,
I figure this time around,
Minimal contact is best,
My head is already beginning to spin,
But it all has barely had time to begin,
Books stack up higher each time,
If for each written word i had a dime,
Oh for those mornings i awoke with my head pounding,
With shouting words of worry resounding,
If i could just but float on by,
Maybe others, but not i,
No, i must put in my every last ounce,
Just to better of my failure announce,
Sometimes i wonder why i chose this path,
I'd never have faced such a wrath.
