Hyperbole

They days grow shorter, as winter comes along The leaves lose their color. And my schedule too strong.

It seems like I have a million things to do. Running around like a goose. And of course I have so much homework due too. I wish I could just break loose.

But I keep looking ahead When my schedule will just become dead. because in just a few weeks I'll get to sit at home, leg propped up. And work on my Call of Duty techniques.