If my passion is a flame,

My actions would be the moth drawn to it,

And I’m not passionate about Math’s,

If my dreams are planets,

My life would be the orbit surrounding them,

And I don’t dream of school,

I see it in my nightmares,

If my stars are lost,

My every word would become their guide,

So I can’t waste a single word writing fake letters for an English exam,

If my determination is an inferno,

My fears are but paper before its strength,

But my chemistry teacher is stronger than Tungsten,

You see, the universe calls me,

“Your time has arrived,”

And here I am expected to pay attention in class