Going the distance (but not really)

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four minutes between classes

my feet move a mile a minute

and so does my mind

 

but four miles isn't far enough from my last class

my backpack weighs me down

as does the burden of new knowledge

 

three periods later, I understand what my teacher was trying to say

but your class I won't process until midnight, if at all

because shifting the gears of the mind is not so simple

 

because by the time I do homework

I'm thinking sports, clubs, family, college, friends,

and my brain's so strung out that all I can really do is

sleep

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