My brain has checked out and gone home for the night
My thoughts are a blur and my mind isn’t right
How can I learn when I can’t pay attention?
My focus is drawn in another direction
The sweet rationale of relieving reality
Subdues my schkeeve and saves me from insanity
Bleeding inside from the bleakness and boredom
Incarceration creates a conundrum
It’s only a classroom, not really a prison
Yet there’s no escape in my current condition
So I’m here in body, yet through meditation
Half of me is here; the rest is on vacation
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