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Instead of Being in Bed


I leave my house in the dewing rain
instead of being in bed
I boarded the bus and put on my sweater
instead of being in bed
I listen to school children singing songs word for word
instead of being in bed
I think of my team mates waiting for me to present
instead of being in bed
I think of every sound that is uttered and spoken
the way they resonate inside my head,
the fact that I’m on my way to school
instead of being in bed.

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