I sit here with a foggy mind
When I used to learn, my brain was confined
My thoughts were always racing
But now I’m only tracing
The daily routine is no longer the same
A pencil dangles over the paper frame
I write down what I think
Or else my ideas will sink
I seek some treatment for my pain
Nothing seems better
Nothing feels right
But I’m still ready to fight
For justice and for light
Everyone says they’re in the same boat
But they don’t know how hard it is to stay afloat
I wear hoodies like a coat
And take notes while I hope.
© 2023 M. Robbins
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