How much of this am I missing

Because I can’t pay attention

How much of her am I missing,

Losing

To time

Time wants to take things from me

Time likes to remind me of what I’ve yet to accomplish

That by sleeping in today, I’m losing a lot of tomorrow

And to think I thought I had no inspiration for a poem today

Reading that book just felt so good and exhilarating

And it took a whole time of twenty minutes away for that feeling to come crashing

Down.

Stupid school

Nobody seems to want to shut up about it

And I can’t shake the feeling that this year it’ll eat me alive

Next year, I had called it

Next year,

The new year,

The coming one

I can’t lie any longer

It’s here

But I can still pretend

Still get whisked away into my book’s far off land

While the clock ticks on the stupid alarm I’ll have to use again

Average thoughts for 1:11 AM

And these thoughts might keep me up

It wouldn’t be the first time

But I’m tired and signing off

Wish me goodnight?