Free Time
Sitting home all relaxed,
but suddenly I went mad.
Something was wrong, out of whack,
what is it? I don't know what.
My bed is clear, my head is too.
There is no homework to do.
That's what is, what's out of whack.
I have time, the one I haven't had.
I will enjoy it, I will sure do.
I will reconnect, I will see you soon.
I will work out and will eat out.
I will sleep and sing out loud.
I will probably do my happy dance,
as soon as I have a chance.
I will dance like no one's watching,
because I know this will soon be passing.
Author Maribel Ortiz
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