in chaos, clarity

Underneath the Atlas of immediate expectations,
Of pending papers, incumbent examinations,
Bearing and bursting tattered seams of discipline,
Tick-tocking verily, a veritable exhaustive end.

Deadlines that coerce a poverty of living,
Always a lamp-lit night, an overcast morning,
Buttressed catatonic in a focused daze,
An eternal anxiety, as a turn of phrase.

I am languid beyond my physical capacity,
But the mind is enervated in alacrity,
To meet my ends, close twitching gaps,
From work, to class, between waking up and naps.

If only I possess a Time-Turner,
And the unwavering determination of Ms. Granger,
Be now, and then; here, and there,
And accomplish it all, with time to spare.

I would take the surplus, and spend it with you.

Original image from here.