Sitting idle, only my thoughts to accompany me
About what my score is going to be.
It’s maddening; this wait,
As I gaze bleakly at the calendar date.
What if I don’t make it ? What if I do ?
Will things happen as I want them to ?
As the day of my results draws agonizingly close,
Exhausted, I sink my head in my pillows.
Worrying accomplishes nothing; they say.
I ponder, whilst in my bed I lay,
What’s there to be afraid of ?
It’s time to shed away my fears and doze off !