The Power

                                                        The Power

In a daze

I’ve never seen her

Stop

Voices heard in the distance

Transfixed

She tunes out

Over and over

Insane

Reaching for her pocket

Blank thoughts

Draws it out

Monotony

Strawberry fever fills her head

Mesmerized

She wants more

To feel good

The cap comes off

It glides and glides

To feel clean

So she applies

Endlessly

Not a care in the world

Over and over

Neverending

The feeling is gone

On a mission

This really is happening

The class grows quieter

As the professor drones on

And on

It needs her once more

On and on

Calls her name

Pondering life

She sits in a trance

And stares

Applying

Re-applying

And applying

The chapstick

She is gone