My life in CST

Sweet are memories lingered solitary CST life;
But no memories worth enjoyed for myself;
Fearing for the falling steps;
Seeking alternatives for minute helps;
And crossing threshold in the next,
Was single line filled and past;

Assignment messed with tests;
lecturers fussed with copy paste;
Marks rarely ticks full;
Fairly all fails of deadly dull;
Left weeks or months weak;
And retest decides at a peak.

Schedule tighten with loads;
Yet the Facebook always floats;
Life in here was purely tough sound;
Joy and sadness all around,
Take no tension, is our nature;
That affected only our future.

Poems and proverbs, axioms and wisdom;
Are only words as prayers and wisdom;
Still the nasty words to lecturers lends its charm;
Unflattering commend past meadow farm;
That was picture they fold;
And realize when the paper is unfold.

Image that lingers to life again;
To tell who,what, where, when;
Of the picture i take today;
Impossible someday to toss away;
The ones that never fails to make us smile;
To close our eyes and reminisce awhile.