Exam

They give you not a sec for air,
They call your name,
That icecold stare,

Completely lost,
No sense at all,
Say anything,
Anything you recall.

And suddenly,
You're much aware,
That you're breathing,
And displaying a stonedead stare.

And you're sweating,
Inside you're screaming:
"How am I supposed to know?!
God, I hope I'm dreaming..."

You try and you try,
to force yourself,
And say something that makes sense.
But while you studied you left you brain,
On the bookshelf.