Thursday, April 21, 2005
Countdown
Here I sit past midnight, merely hours away from my first exam in a long time. The countdown has begun!
Am I prepared?
"You're never really prepared," answers a cynic. But in my case, I've forgotten the feeling that rides along side of pro-activeness (if that's even a word).
Familiarity with another concept has become routine. Procastination, they call it, but I prefer my definition of 'excuses.'
Maybe some night prayers might alter my fortune. Well, they better, for my only hope rests with them.
Either way, another term comes and goes. I live with the ever dimming hope of mending my wayz but.........*sigh*......
........some things are just not meant to be changed.
Am I prepared?
"You're never really prepared," answers a cynic. But in my case, I've forgotten the feeling that rides along side of pro-activeness (if that's even a word).
Familiarity with another concept has become routine. Procastination, they call it, but I prefer my definition of 'excuses.'
Maybe some night prayers might alter my fortune. Well, they better, for my only hope rests with them.
Either way, another term comes and goes. I live with the ever dimming hope of mending my wayz but.........*sigh*......
........some things are just not meant to be changed.
Faraz Ahmed 12:35 a.m.