| Hard at Work |
| A guy there sitting in front of me books open that I can see. Fidgeting there, pen in his mouth Wondering how on earth to get out. You can tell he's thinking really hard trying to understand the work he is charged. Eluding him as he looks around, as if there an answer were to be found. Wild of hair and clear of eye Comfy shirt he tries on try He finds something and writes it down But still he holds a concentrating frown. His look may be casual, fun and carefree but watching him, you can't fool me. Knowledge is won through battle and sword, while some others only need the word. He will pass, will never fail Though his thoughts fleet like hail. He will try, he will succeed until the world sets him free. |