Its dark out of the window,
And you feel even the twinkling stars are feeling bore
Fear, ambition, perseverance become your armor
And you stretch your arms to write some more.
When you learn two and two is no more four
While saying all the time “it depends”
Sometimes you feel like a leader in line
Even when you think – low grades, who repents.
A plane flies over the building
And the only friends are the yellow walls
You touch your dry skin to feel alive
And say aloud – a winner never crawls......