Engaged
Mindset, there
As papers and textbooks stare at me
I blink. Tired
eyes, reddened while the clock tics.
Focused, but not
As the body says "goodbye"
promising to greet me later.
Frustration: present
and eating my attention span.
Engaged, but no longer
once the brain says it's done.
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