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A late morning I woke.

Late to school I became.

Unmercifully heavy eyes,

In sleep I couldn’t tame.



My body was weighed down.

As if though I had legs of steel,

Up and down stairs I went.

Equanimity off, I could feel.



Staggering in the hallways.

Barely able to keep awake.

Body so brought down,

With the sleep I had to shake.



Four tests to take:

1st, 4th, and 5th,

And after school in Japanese,

To fight my sleep with.



Then the headache came.

This pounding pain.

That lasted 3 periods long,

And wrecked my brain.



During 7th period,

A greater bother rose,

As I tried to figure out,

Some action script to compose.



A noisy classroom,

And still falling asleep.

CJ poking me in the sides.

Open eyes I tried to keep.



Then the day turned,

To Japanese after school,

Where I was slightly awake,

In my loosing duel.



It was approximately 1730,

That’s military time you know,

And finally I was headed home,

But still a long day to go.



It was only to be so long,

As I had come to guess,

Because of the already long day,

That I had to transgress.



I looked at my dashboard,

I was below the empty bar,

And had not much money,

So I worried of my car.



Yet in my weary eyes,

And now fatigue and dismay,

I looked out my window,

To a beautiful display.



Upon approaching Kingsland,

The traffic had stopped me.

As I looked up to the sky,

A black cloud of birds I see.



Swaying together perfectly.

Not a single beat missed.

No gaps where formed,

In their massive exist.



And amidst all their struggle,

To fly against the wind,

There was an aura about them,

And a message to send.



The traffic light was endless.

This red glowing dot.

But seemed to take me,

Into a place with no distraught.



There was a peaceful song playing,

As my radio blared loud.

That further enhanced,

This captivating black cloud.



And in this moment,

I heard the wind as well,

Brushing through my car,

It’s own story to tell.



The light changed color.

Now it was green,

Everyone was moving,

As I followed routine.



In this odd moment,

Through hypnotizing emit,

I found myself no longer,

In a sleepy submit.



My car made it home.

My eyes were wide.

My mood was content.

My walk a balanced stride.



Through hundreds of little birds,

A wind blowing gently,

An entrancing light shown,

And lifted me awake so intently.





Inspired by: An actual moment today

Created on: November 20, 2007 – 1927