Days pass by each with the same old

longevity,

Always keeping her away from me,

cruelly,

Teachers giving out so much homework

crazily,

I wonder if there will be some day

heavenly,

That all this stress will be gone,

unlikely,

That some day things will slow down

quietly,

Instead of being rushed here and there

busily,

How I crave a life of peaceful

simplicity,

How I wish our world was less preoccupied

foolishly,

With all the nicknacks and shiny things

temptingly,

Dragging us from our paths of life

clumsily,

Causing us to lose focus on our goals

recklessly,

And ruin our lives, our plans, our dreams

permanently.