Determined

I'm a science student, and you can tell when I'm nearing end of semester and exams because of the sudden influx of poetry. I need procrasti-release!

For all the students, far and wide,
with tired souls and bleary eyes.
It may feel like we have died,
with our over-worked minds, trying to be wise.

But a part of us still lives,
in scattered coffee cups and crumpled pages.
For some, our minds like sieves,
we creep slowly forward in stages.

For all, the end in sight,
is the only thing which keeps us forward.
But oh, this is a cursed fight,
and we are the unstoppable horde.