As you glare down
Your fingers are moving
Words are created
Sentences are made
The tapping sound
Reassures you falsely
For the screen is waiting
But the deadline is not
As you glare down
Your fingers are moving
Words are created
Sentences are made
The tapping sound
Reassures you falsely
For the screen is waiting
But the deadline is not
You sigh as you touch
The ink on your hands
As the water flows
So does your knowledge
The fear you feel when you think
That your phone has fallen out of your pocket
Disappears when you realize
That it is safely in the hands of another
As your finger accidentally slips
The music reaches your soul
Not with the speed of sound
But with that of light
The handmade pillow feels so soft
As your mind slowly drifts away
But only to be returned again
By the loud voice of the teacher
You are searching and searching
Though you got it all wrong
The remote wasn’t on the couch
But in your hand all along
The shoes are tied
Your weight rests on your legs
The socks fit perfectly
You take your first step
The match has been lost
Your foot rises slightly
You realize when you look down
That the tiny stone has won again
As you are about to devour that sandwich
Your teeth do not sink into the bread
Its betrayal leaves you longing
For the time when your lip was still intact
The feeling of relief
How the wind breaths on you
As you try to remove the heat
While looking like a bird
Feeling how the chair resists
As it softly shoves across the carpet
You can’t help but wonder
Why the small toe exists