Poem: Time Is Off

Oddly, now it did not seem,

Like I was waking from a dream,

I seemed to know upon open eye,

That I had slept multiple hours,

And let me fly,

Past where I was to be,

Awake.

I had slept past the time where I needed to do,

Something here,

Something in need of,

Needed to get my task done.

And yet I knew this,

And felt oddly calm,

Eyes open with a realization,

Of what was and was not,

And that I could do nothing for the hour,

Except rise and solve the few problems left,

The ones I can do with only an hour.

Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

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