Sing in me Muse, and through me tell the story of my delayed arrivals to my educational purposes. They occur often in every blink of a minute. The beginning of every day has to be difficult and hard. The results hurt me and I don’t deserve to be there. The consequences of something so simple could be so great. Sending me to an eternal room of silence, for hours. When in reality it wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t mine. It was the hurtful burden to me that should be a healing blessing. What should be a common gift is a strain. The anxiousness following me until I was pronounced late. Hardship is knocking me over onto the concrete and into the dirt. Sing in me Muse, and through tell me the story of why I can’t be calm and settled. Why can’t I join together with peace and live in calm essence. Missing out on the things I need to get handled. The things I wonder and the things I regret. For a second I think to myself. Was it my fault? I want to go in peace and quiet while I watch the trees blow and the birds fly. It is a long wait to get to the arriving place. No matter how early I get into the transportation, I begin to be stopped. Something always blocks me or tears me down. The most dedicated person unluckily ends up to be the unluckiest. There is no fix, until the time comes when I get my independency. Desiring it to come faster, but it just gets delayed more. Wishing it will be better, but not knowing the outcome is that hardest concern. Will I make it to the finish line or will I clash into something? The answer comes later in my story and farther down in my livelihood.