Class

Where does your mind wander
When you could be anywhere but here
When you realize you take for granted the sun, trees, and breezes
Information waterfalls through the air like a matrix
Pieces fly haphazardly here and there
Caught by half-interested ears
A droning voice debriefing stories of her profession
Sleepy students stressing for tests
Bellies engorged with factory-made food we learned will kill us