~
again i trade my sleep
for words
that wake my spirit
and make me soar
but never keep
my eyes
opened in class
~
"Sorry, Sir - I'm just tired... i was up late last night" (yawn)
"And what was it you were doing last night?" he will reply
"... writing... poetry..?" with a smug and hopeful grin
"Hmmm..." ~ the flatline face will say it all.