Pause the clock!
Lock all the locks!
Give me 5 minutes to sleep,
To think,
To take stock,
To get past this atrocious block,
Tomorrow is the real exam,
Please let today simply be the mock,
Let me take things on the chin,
Take a step at a time,
Ad hoc,
Whilst I float away peacefully on a wing,
Not scramble to catch up to the flock,
And let me sit quietly at the bay's dock,
The waves lapping melodically and peacefully,
Crashing repetitively like a lullaby on the rock,
Let not my mind encumber,
Like an enigmatic equation or recurring number,
But instead let me drift,
Into a calm, beckoning, slumber.

© Alex Frost 2012