Not Enough Time
Not enough hours, days, minutes
By the time I am done with work I just want to quit.
By the time all my essays are written,
I just want to give up.
Though I love to read, write, and draw,
when school is over I have no energy.
I wish I could freeze time; do all my work in a second.
But I suppose that would get rid of the meaning of life,
because isn't it all about deciding how to spend your time?
Either way, I never can find the time.
Why do you think this poem is written so last minute?