The Perfect Blend

Cracked pavements, dried leaves

No time to crush them, under your feet

The clock ticks on, making you sprint

Five past eight, you're late

Darn it!

As the day goes on painfully slow

The doodles and scribbles, continue to grow

Whispers and sniggers are merely white noise

As sleep takes over and we lose all poise

Active moments have their fair share too

Like the zero hour for projects due

Exam days, are a call for the jitters

In the end, a celebration that's well deserved

Its a cocktail of emotions, a perfect blend

Slightly sweet or bland, with an associated burn

It fizzes away, leaving clarity in the end

These experiences are alas, the best way to learn