Day Three

Its just day three
The day after
days one and two
There's much to do
there's much to do
work from day one
and from day two
but you spent
all your time awake
counting sheep
and dreaming late
you read some books
made conversation
you made friends
gazed constellations
What a mistake
a grave mistake
I've much to do
I'm running late
I don't understand
cette langue at all
I haven't cracked the spine
professors think
I create time
just by being alive
But on day two
I talked to you
because you were annoyed
I didn't want to lose you
so my time was work devoid
now its day three
and silly me
I am so far behind
I called in sick
Went back home
gave up and went to bed.