When I Feel My Best
When I feel my best
I embrace progression
I begin a task
Full on, aggression
When I feel my best
Things seem routine
All work, no play
Caffeine machine
When I feel my best
Concentration comes
Fueled by interest
I feel less dumb
When I feel my best
I plan to feel better
A lovely daydream
And dose of clever
When I feel my best
I manage to cope
Parallel to my peers
I enter their scope
When I feel my best
I still feel dead
Only, now with colors
And words in my head
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2019
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