I know that school is important
And I know that I should care,
But I'm never in the mood.
I tend to just sit in my chair and stare.

I stare at the ceiling,
Then sometimes the floor.
I stare at the walls,
And the at the door.

I look at an object,
Or my computer screen.
I rest my head in my hand,
Close my eyes, and dream.

I wake myself up suddenly,
Knowing I've yet to to my notes.
I try to write a word or to,
But then I start to think about coats.

Fuzzy coats and big coats,
The kind I use to where in snow.
Coats with hoods and pockets,
Coats that in the dark can glow.

Now, with these thoughts on my mind,
A feeling escapes from inside of me.
I shiver and I freeze from cold air.
Someone just turned on the AC.

I stand only to get what I desire,
My warm and loved jacket.
As I walk past my bed I am tempted,
But I know just touching it will make a racket.

The springs will creek,
My parents will hear,
Then they'll wonder,
"What on earth is she doing up there?"

So I must sit back down.
I must continue to stare at my paper.
Even though I'm not getting anything done,
I must ovoid the distracting decorations on my wallpaper.

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