I can't believe
I'm sitting here now.

This swirl of activity
outside the walls
of a prep period room.

Silence.

Roots, dug into soil of solitude, are yanked.
The ball plopped into a classroom.

Exposed.

Searching for that evasive "life".

Tomorrow, this struggling mortality will
Drop onto another stage,
Expected to perform.

One day the roots will take hold,
grow up and

Master the assignment.
 
 

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