Notes

My oh my, my hand is aching
Throbbing, aching, from note taking
Though my pencil flies through sheet after sheet
It won’t be long ‘till I admit defeat
That scratching sound of the pencil of wood
Dancing across its wafer thin cousin
That sound shall be heard
Till my ears do bleed
All this note taking,
Is just what I need
Though it is far past time
To head off to bed
‘Stead of resting on a pillow
Something throbs through my head
Tis knowledge! Facts and speculations
Biology, History and mathematical calculations
Words blend into each other
The blue lines and grey
I’m thrilled I’ve reached a milestone
Only forty three pages left today