Confessions of a PhD Scholar : Part 2

a loud noise and all is lost, the words are broken 
as each piece mixes with the other, my thoughts are taken

who was that? name i wonder, pages seem to fly
rooted, flying, am so shaken, i concentrate, oh at least i try

forgetting am i? or is age around
too much thinking yet blank, the mess surrounds

almonds won't help, neither will a chit, i need lots and lots of mind post-its
stop n think, act and repent, wonder where this all at the end fits

is it what they say one becomes in the later stage
new chapter, a book or m i still on the same page

makes no sense, does it to you?
its not for all, to get in head.. maybe just for a few!