the end is in sight
over the horizon
in the distance
the sun will rise
on a hot wednesday morn
over the baked roads
and the lamenting youth
their anticipation and fear
tinged with but a hint of relief
the end is nigh
the end is in sight
the birds sound off
signalling the beginning of the long march
the tumbleweed rolls
the doors creak on their hinges
the youth walk
the nerves take hold
the last minute cramming begins
“por or para?”
“he hecho or ha hecho?”
“Buenas suerte a ustedes”
the final IB exam
wednesday
19th
of may
the clock strikes 12
the doors swing open
we are free, free
at last
most of us at least
woe be unto those of economics
maths higher
mandarin
and french
good luck
see you at CP