Buddha has no more legs for you to hug
It’s this time of the year
When oddly enough
You find yourself suddenly
Free from projects
Assignments and deadlines
You look at the others panicking
And you panic slightly too
But when you walk around on campus
Only to feel an almost celebratory mood
And you start to wonder
When you look at your papers
You sigh not in relief
But in wonder of why
The need to panic
When all you need
Is just good ol’ consistency.
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