A Test For Nothing Poem by Dan Lukman

As I study hard I wonder- why am I even doing this?
I don't find the material intresting, nor I find the subject necessary.

Why do I spend hours and hours reading the same pages over and over?
I feel like a hamster, running in a wheel to nowhere. and as I leave this wheel, I forget what I was running for, and all I can do is start running again.

Why do I give up my sleep and time for it?
Wouldn't it be more usefull to use it for things I want to do with my life? like music and sports?

As I take the test after restless days, I still wonder- why am I doing this?
I know the answers to the test, but not the answers as to what purpose im doing it.

As I finish the test and leave the class, the answers to the test leave my head, and I don't remember anything from all those days of studying.

Ninty nine points on the test, because there is always that one point which searches for a purpose.