Buried by the Dream

In the morning the sun shines light upon it. The sleepy restful dream ends the stressful dream begins.

Where to begin?  Make the lists, get them done. There is not enough time under the sun. Move faster,  think quicker. Outshine all others around.

Around the clock, make it happen.  The school bell rings, that time is done.  Now to the evening time of striving to realize.

Realize the time with heavy eyes. Reluctant to rest but feeling burried by the dream.

This poem is about: 
Me

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