Trapped.

Trapped. that's the name of this self-composed poem again... this won't be a good one, for i have not been writing these for about a month or two... Ok, so here goes:


Another month is flying by soon.
Still I am trapped in this shallow pit.
Should I burrow deeper,
Or should I turn back at once?
Such is the simplest,
Yet toughest problem.

The exams are coming soon.
However, I am still that lazy old self.
Should I continue to be seduced by technology,
Or should I prepare for those days?
This decision seem very minor,
However the consequences are major.

When will a dream become an act in life?
I still have a long way to go.
When will I become decisive?
When will my shell shatter ,
Into a thousand pieces of hope?
Such is the future, that belongs to the new era.