Van's Blog

My eyes are burning with the power of 10,000 suns

While I’m buried 20,000 under the sea that is UT.

My nose, faster than a speeding bullet,

My sneeze, more powerful that a locomotive.

Yet, I feel not like Superman,

But more like Kunta Kinte;

A slave to my studies,

Lost in my fortress of solitude that is Starbucks,

Fortified by Pandora,

Backed by pseudoephedrine.

I must finish before sleep sets in

And two exams come at me like

Kryptonite on the end of a whip

Powered by a sinus infection.