tucked away in the library, on the second floor
i stare out the window as the world passes by
i think of this life and wonder, "who could want more?"
then sit back in my chair with a sigh
it's year two of med school, and things here are great
i spend all of my time on two things:
either i study or procrastinate
then lament all the guilt that it brings
no time with family, no room for friends
(except for those who are embalmed)
i just read pathology
or microbiology
how could i dare to have qualms?
the work for the weary seems never to end
hundreds of powerpoints await
try hard not to envy my life, dear friend!
ugh, i feel so guilty for taking this study break...