The soft rustle of paper sounds like falling leaves,
The click of the pen, the tap of the lid, in sympathetic rhythms,
The sighs and thumps, as the world dribbles away in distinguished choices.
The rush of the thoughts, fluttering around the room like butterflies,
They storm the air, entering through the stillness to fill my head,
The inward recollection, like an imperfect mirror, reflects knowledge recalled.
The time flows at differing pace, fast and slow as the heartbeat moves,
It whisks and stirs like a fussy baker making a wedding cake of perfection,
It must be done, it needs to be finished, the deadline is up, the time run.
Oh dearest gods, oh eternal flames, oh creatures of the night and day,
Let my spark have flowed clear, give me strength, let me no longer fear,
Let my test get me better marks then that of my peer.