Softly ticking, an insistent thrill,
The wall, my phone, my head is still
A million questions asked
Boredom seeps in
Uninvited and whining
What is the Teacher saying?
I can't tell, I'm writing
Have you ever felt like Needle and Thread?
When life goes right over your head,
That’s the Seamstress stopping.
Trying to think, to be accurate;
I’m avoiding dreams of blackness,
I don’t want any trouble.
But even if I sprouted wings,
I’d still fall and stumble.