Rush hour

Tick tick goes the clock
Running scrambling like sheep among a flock
At the period of the morning of our lives
The peak were everything hangs precariously on the line
Lecturers droning on and on
Trying to instill knowledge needed in the long run

Hot pursuit, good results, long race
Competitors huff in distaste
Forlorn, trapped together in an endless circle
Sleepless nights, reading hours, ridiculous lecture schedules
Trying to make sense out of all this
Hoping and praying the certificate is worth it
The sacrifices made to make it
The hours poring over a text to ace it
The skipped lunches, unanswered texts and forgotten friendships
All in a bid to wield the surgeon's blade
To wade through life god on earth, to heal yet take blame
For the procedures gone wrong and biopsies failed

Looking around the determined faces, eyes set, smile tight, expression grim
Not to cloud the way, ready to do what it takes to achieve this dream
To shine brightly like the north star
But what happens if we don't get that far?
What happens if the light diminishes before beaming?
What happens if we fade out before illuminating?

Ding!! Startled by the Bell I raised my head
Packing up my textbooks and notes heavy as lead
Bumping into shoulders, muttering apologies, thinking hard
Thoughts on cascade dredging up questions unanswered
But I guess I'll never know until I'm done
Until I take the oath an graduate with honors
So the strife, the sweat and the pain of today
Can mean something, in that cap and gown as they announce my name

For now I'm content to read and revise and to revise and worry
I'm content to struggle, scramble and hurry
To be on time at the evening of my life
Ready to take on the world with the surgeon's knife