As the bead of sweat rolls down,Exam week~
Gathering others that lie idly,
Halfway from it's pore,
Lacking of substance to break the tension,
To break free,
But conveniently being invited to join the stream.
Like a stone that gather the moss?
Like the raindrops that race across the window;
Leaving a trail that gathers itself,
As it rolls itself into the green fabric,
Rolling itself into oblivion;
Tickling the senses along the way,
And crashes head-on,
Into the countless strands of adeptly woven cotton;
And it's no where to be seen.
No where to be found;
No way to be retrieved;
More like, 3-out-of-5-days exam week!
Yeah, it's a small exam,
But it doesn't mean I can just waltz through it.