spring buzz

Come rain or come shine
the spring comes as a mosquito
buzzing through the air, near and far,
whispering some wisdom into my sleeping ear.

i am dreaming i am taking a test,
i am chiseling out the answer in English;
the result may change my position like a promotion.
As the annoying buzz drives me to the margin of awakening,
i take a glimpse back at where i was;
it doesn't matter where you end up after the test,
because all positions are arranged in a circle,
they are all the same distance from the center.

To express my gratitude for the revelation
i give the mosquito a very big hand;
it becomes a red dot on the spot,
the first blood for a sacrifice to the spring.