Final Year. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

There are times when I am out,
As in I don't want to communicate or procrastinate.

There are times when I start my days at 4: 00 AM.
Going to bed the night before at 1: 00 AM.

There are times where I rather indulge,
Rather than splurge.

There are times where I say something,
Just to give an answer and not keep you waiting.
Even if what I said really wasn't the correct thing.

There are times where my eyes want to shut,
My mind however is alert and abrupt.

There are times where I'm idly chatting,
Instead of savoring time which I should be preserving.

These are the third year chronicles,
The final year of my bachelors.

I know in times like these I may not always give a lasting impression.
I hope I give myself the correct justice and recognition.

Sometimes I feel as if I waste my potential.
Then again that's just me being disloyal.