Paintbox

Running on empty

I feel like a thousand books have been dropped on me,
Smashed against my sponge brain
A sponge that is bone dry and has absorbed as much information to quench no parched tongues.
And satisfy no hunger.

I feel like my eyelids have been pegged open
I'm awake for the sake of being awake
Because what's the use of sleeping when there are textbooks unmarked

I feel like I'm running on empty
The only thing keeping me walking forward is the wind that's hitting my back
Oil prices are high and I'm out of money
But does this exhaustion really equate to the cost of education?

I feel drained
And no amount of sleep is going to cure me yet.

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