Between Blah and Blahs is this poem...

i was talking to my classmate today and she was stressed out about academics...i know...so i was like, its just academics...much more to life then just that...and while the boring professor went on with his lecture about virtue being a midpoint between deficiency and excess...this poem was created with the intention of being for her but ended up being for me...

"between deficiency and excess is virtue,
between freedom and stress is you.
sitting in class - trying to pay attention,
sitting in class - paying tribute to convention.
ideas running wild - day dreaming again,
soul is not peaceful - emotions running rampant.
confused about the future - regretting the past,
lost between the cultures - hoping for peace at last.
philosophies conflicting with each other,
none of them work for me - trying to find another.
no definite answer - hard to keep focus,
pondering about the things thats happened before us.
another mundane day - no end in sight,
getting the key to society - but cant sleep at night.
trying to love and hoping for love back,
but the only thing in that department are pain and cheap attacks.
loving my family - trying to move on,
im the only hope? something must be wrong.
thinking of ways to kill the endless time,
so i write this seemingly endless rhyme.
one line at a time - thats the way to go,
one step at a time - thats how life should flow.
another meaningless minute floating away,
no peace - no rest - closer to death everyday.
every moment is a chance to turn it all around,
stuck in this boring - repetitive merry go round.
closer to the bottom of the page i have come,
but the expression of my soul is not yet done.
maybe another time i will want to write,
maybe another life i will have no sleepless nights,
maybe another day will turn the wrong things right."

and then class ended...not a bad way to occupy my mind in class...