The lightbulbs shine the sheen hurts my eyes as my lids gradually close.
The weight of my body and my head and my neck bring the desk into meeting my nose.
For one second I let my eyes rest and recharge and rejuvenate and replenish and renew and re-
**** up,
its been too long.
I lean on my hand and try once again to cheat this sleep and be strong.
I want to learn and the teacher is good, but exhaustion is taking control.
I've been going so long, not following along, I can't last this whole class long.
So I wrote this poem to tell the world that I didn't mean to sleep,
but I can't overcome the weight of it all, again my face and the desk did meet.