Read Poem: Gears of Life, by Gabriel David

1st Gear:

Very slowly, I wake up and my brain tells me where to go.
It says you already know.
Get up, brush your teeth, wash your face.
Don’t let the water be a waste.
Get dressed, don’t be stressed
Let your mother tell you that you’re the best.

2nd Gear:

Leave the house, I look up at the sky and all I see is blue.
Birds chirping, I’m drinking soda and I’m burping.
As I’m walking to the car door.
I look down at the concrete floor and wonder what else I could adore.
As I’m getting driven to school.
I wonder if what we are getting taught are the ways of a fool.
As I start to arrive, my brain goes into a deepdive.
This is the pitstop, and this is where the good part of my day stops.

3rd Gear:

First half of school, Counting some sheep.
Getting a wink of sleep.
Periods passing by, like the blink of an eye.
Now for lunch, Some people may call it brunch.
Fights, giving people left, right goodnights.
Security, supposedly the soldiers of purity.
Second half, my brain spinning its knowledge staff.
Hallways Lessening with people.
Last period, finally over.
And I’m not feeling sober.

4th Gear:

Schools over, walking home in cold november
I walk over to the deli with my friends.
But this isn’t how my day ends.

Final Gear:

I finally got home.
The sheet is flipped over.
Doing my homework, and getting ready to trash my friends in a game.
Because they are so lame, and only the good players get the fame.
Now, after all is complete it is time to continue counting my sheep and fall into a
deep and rewind on my tape player.