Tanker Truck Full of Patience

I mean damn...I must have a tanker truck of patience that I hook-up to every night for refueling.

Patience I think is a gift, not something that is learned or taught. I learn this everyday...Everyday is a test. The purpose is still escaping me at this time, but I keep studying. Attempting unsuccessfully to out smart the proctor, when I know it is impossible. Somehow I survive pop quiz after pop quiz, without any signs of relief from the unrelenting barrage of questions. Lost are the answers deep inside an innerspace full of stars that are bright with energy and light. Enduring this darkest night shining effortlessly. Unending perils clash with lighting strikes and thunder claps. Appluding my inevitable downfall, eventhough I'm just in a position to crawl. A ball of unextinguishable blue flame rising from the depths, burning my flesh with these words that are lifted off my chest. A great plume of smoke is that is all that left. As more boxes I check...the more educated guesses I make. For who's sake.