This feeling haunts you when you close your eyes at midnight.
It tells you story where you end up with a fail.
It’s here in your brain.
It feels like distant pain.
You worried: time passes, it prevails.
Every single day you are in trouble,
And everything you do has this bad taste.
You feel, you’re living in a fable
With limited amount of good days.
That there is no point in involving for the future,
All topics have already been discussed.
There is no place for teachers and for tutors,
And education is something from your past.
All money of the world were distributed,
No penny even left for you to find.
So now your main and holy duty,
Feel bored and procrastinate.