I had a festive day.
I talked to all my friends, one by one.
I did my classes, class after class.
I was busy listening to the teenagers on their cellphone.
I worked with my teacher on my assignment.
I was busy all day.
BUT by night, tucked into bed, I was still thinking of the day.
My friends. . .busy, busy, busy.
My classes. . .busy, busy, busy.
Teenagers talking about their problems.
My teacher just was a teacher.
I layed down thinking for hours.
Then, my body was so tired, it started aching.
I figure, my body said, “Sleep! Sleep, Sleep! Or, I will shut down and make you feel pain.”
So, I drank a glass of warm, and wrote.
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This post was a poem.