Week 7.

I don't think words could so suffice

My excitement for Paradise!

Surfing graphics where mountains lay,

I yearn so badly for a getaway.

Though of course my mind's astray,

Deep streams of dreams quite make me stay

Only longing to greet from the other side

But otherwise buoyed in the Midterm tide.

I've been forgetting what was earlier espied,

More and more I tread beside

The bore of everyday's margin;

Their marvels so long (to me) unseen.

But thus far, what have I been --

Still shaken by things unforeseen?

Against my will, I've latched upon

A habitual slipping through Time that's quickly gone.

More mispositioned period there was none,

But surprisingly, so bright has my eager shone;

Polished as gems, my purpose cheer

To quickly have this semester clear!!

As midterms draw nearer and nearer,

There is some comfort, while there is fear.

But I anticipate extremely the delightful day;

For now I so often say;

I can't wait to Getaway!!