As though there was a poet stuffed inside the sofa; as though he was trying to breathe something other than the feathers

As though there was a point to the continuous struggle of trying to study. As though my head is a vessel of sufficient quality and importance that it is worthy of receiving £10000 worth of education. As though me attempting to re-tread the lines of thought as they are mapped out by those who first cleared all the garbage to the side was in itself of some intrinsic value.

As though I could ever hope to 'stand on the metaphorical shoulders of giants' (please embrace the cliche) when all I can really pray for at best is to be able to pass them some sugar.

As though there was a poet stuffed inside the sofa, just waiting to be tempted out of his hibernation with a particularly sweet shot of brandy.

Till you find the right spirit to tempt him best just keep on looking.