I wake with a jolt
From my world of zombies
And falling or things more sinister and seductive
To my existence
Munching on a cookie
Shoveling down cereal
While scrapping the ice off of my car
With my student ID or Red Cross blood donor card
All so I can drive
In an hour
A distance
That should even driving 10 miles over the posted limit
Take me almost 2 hours.
It seems like a fatal attempt all made to chance
Catching a bus
Where I can drift again
Only to be ripped from bliss once more
To join the other lethargic bodies in the academic setting
And brace myself for tomorrow
When I get to do it again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem