A student's thoughts

Books that bogged down,
As I trudge along the way to school.

Every day is a new beginning.
As I begin another journey to school.
Along the journey,and all that scenery;
My mind wanders.

Not to math,not to science.
But conjuring words of whims,
Of how,of when
I can break away.

6 months is all that's left.
So near yet so far.

It is
To the end,to the start.
Of all journeys.