Wake Up

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."

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