the computer screen forces me awake,
its glow is a light too intense to ignore,
even if the 'sensible thing' to do would be
pad across the greying carpet,
clamber into bed and switch off the light,
long before the strike of midnight-
heck, long before even dusk.
but the lure of a dank classroom and a
falsely named 'teacher'
isn't enough to coax me out of this creative
cocoon I was born inside of because,
rule one of life outside the textbook's demands,
free thinkers never do the sensible thing,
the here and now is all we have,
and it can't be worked around your schedules,
no matter whatever pedestal of false importance,
you authoritarians put them on.