Upon the desk, a mountain grows,
Pages filled with thoughts and woes.
The clock ticks on, the night unfolds,
In silent whispers, the story’s told.

Pencils dance on sheets of white,
Chasing dreams through the quiet night.
Each line written, a step to take,
Through the maze of tasks at stake.

The mind wanders to lands afar,
Beyond the window, the evening star.
Yet here I stay, in the realm of books,
Lost in the words and thoughtful looks.

As dawn breaks with a gentle sigh,
I close my eyes and let dreams fly.
Another night of homework done,
Until tomorrow’s race is begun.