such grief, such sorrow... yet resoluting.
The resolution to a 12 years of eduction(primary/seconday/jc), the A levels which officially ends for me tomorrow. The last 3 hour paper, filled with much anticipated freedom, yet with so much grief.
"Yeah, Freedom, much sought; Free at last, yet nostalgia"
I planned with vincent to roll on the floor out the hall's exit. Incredulous huh?
Perhaps, a poem to present the current titillation will do much consolation...
Nostalgia
The sense of morrow's cold, what future beholds,
Wheres the warmth? If there is any,
Between hordes of friendship and the parting
Enemies.
Cry not for the Heaven's above, but for
God's children. An education much sought-
the Path to Enlightenment.
I cannot fathom, nor speak or note.
Heck this...
The day is not yet,also.
"Yeah, Freedom, much sought; Free at last, yet nostalgia"
I planned with vincent to roll on the floor out the hall's exit. Incredulous huh?
Perhaps, a poem to present the current titillation will do much consolation...
Nostalgia
The sense of morrow's cold, what future beholds,
Wheres the warmth? If there is any,
Between hordes of friendship and the parting
Enemies.
Cry not for the Heaven's above, but for
God's children. An education much sought-
the Path to Enlightenment.
I cannot fathom, nor speak or note.
Heck this...
The day is not yet,also.
