Too bright to open my eyes to the morning
A fallen notebook that will be soaked by morn's end
Rubber boots that almost match
A country obliterated by the dots of its cities

She walks everywhere with a book under her arm
The tape on the ground told a legend
English class is a funny way to read a book
Defragmenting her brain

She is constantly misunderstood
Optimistic delusion
and perhaps she starts to understand