The Exam

Turning and turning in the mind,

The routine giant appears again.

The present, past and future are neglected

For a few hours to sit alone.



For long, we have lived together,

Hating each other, yet still together,

Threatening to escape me forever.

But my claws are on you even for longer.



In each time, life is only four gloomy walls

And vigilant eyes gazing at the nervous little faces.

No movement, no laugh, no sound

All stops, but pens and minds.



Its span is fleeting,

But its scars and troubles are bloody long.

Quickly, very quickly it bursts out

To inspire life or usually to cause a long pain.