Tick. Tick. Tick. 

Time is of the essence. 

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The classroom requests my presence. 

Click. Click. Click. 

My pen is more entertaining than this teacher. 

Sing! Sing! Sing!

I find myself with the choir on the second to last bench of the bleacher.

Zip. Zip. Zip. 

I gear up for tonights big game. 

Crash. Shatter. Break. 

There goes mother's favorite frame. 

SCREAM! SHOUT! Sip...

She finds her solace in a drink. 

Scribble. Scrabble. Finally exhale, for my own sake. 

Amidst the crazy, poetry lets me think.