Free-Verse

Again she sits there contemplating her life.
Again she is organizing her life to try and get it under control.
Again she plugs herself into the iPod to keep the distractions in.
Again she wakes up late.
Again she makes it to school on time.
Again she somehow manages to get everything done.
Again she looks forward to another six hours of 'slacking off' and pushing carts uphill.
Again she drinks another Diet Mountain Dew.
Again she goes to the gym to look shapely in Hawaii.
Again she goes to the tanning salon so the palm tree on her stomach can grow a little paler.
Again she picks up another of her million notebooks.
Again a tear slips out while she is writing.
Again she is foreign to herself.
Again she is afraid.
Again it is her and God flying solo.
Again.