Sit down, inhale, exhale, or write a poem—  
But don’t escape from your bane;  
A journal or diary is yours alone.  
No need for friends to converse—  
Books are your true allies.

Imagine your character's fate,  
See who wins or loses the shade.  
You don’t have to wait;  your worked up emotions will be devoured

Sit straight, or risk your back;  
Don’t let your focus slip,  
For faceless canopies hold no claim.

Sit down, inhale, exhale, or write a poem,  
Free from classrooms or parents control.  
Memory may falter,  
But books hold date and incidents well..