As I realize I"m not lying in my bed.
In the head with that wretched weapon.
Without effort into an oppressive sleep.
I leap to my feet and fly to the door.
Attempting to beat the crowd wondering evermore.
From class to class never halting to rest.
As Moses and his nation roaming to discover their nest.
Eking along at a miserable eight feet per minute.
I panic in the realization of a lacking time limit. .
As I rush down the hall mimicking an untamed river.
An ignorant freshman stands frozen beginning to quiver.
The masses consume him and I.
My heart longs to rise up and fly.
Up and over the mob. My first destination.
Comes into sight, to reach it requires fierce determination!.
As I warily whirl the wheel .
Seeking three consecutive numbers, I feel.
A sudden great waft to my extended wing.
Similar to that the giant felt coming from David's sling. .
Breathlessly I scurry to recover from the clout.
"One minute left!" A nearby straggler did shout.
Teachers commence to hiss.
At the lovers yearning for one last kiss.
I round the bend and break into a sprint!.
For my next over-zealous teacher will not show a hint.
Of grace towards those who lose the five minute battle.
Against those students lingering like cattle.
The last few seconds flutter by.
Five minutes is all but over, I can't afford to be shy.
Pushing, pulling, jumping, scratching, lunging,.
I skate over the threshold into the classroom, gasping .
For air I plummet into my chair in time to hear .
The jingle of that tardy bell ringing in my ear.
