Birds sing songs that chime in my ears,
a natural alarm that I've had for years.
The staircase creaks,
my exhausted mother speaks -
"My child, my child,
when will you wake up?"
A surge of energy
makes me jump.
There I sat,
with the memory of a gnat.
Polygons and proofs fly right over my head.
How can I stay awake and think ahead?
I sigh, thinking, "God, how I wish
I were sleeping in my bed."