My how crunched I feel, jam-packed in this case of life. Could I say that it is my school’s fault? Perhaps. Could I mention the things that clothe my world in distress? Maybe. All parts of me feel like screaming “GET ME OUT OF THIS!”

But wait.

There is One who has come before me. Ah, yes… His grace is sufficient for me.

What jumbled mishap infests my sole!
My eyes are tired. His hands are cold.
These dreams remind me of what now takes toll.

“The end has come!” ticks the lifeless clock.
The drops of memory now must stop.
Get up! Carry on! Walk! Walk! Walk!