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Nick Chaput

2:25 A.M.

2:25 a.m. is a time of regrets.
The starry sky fails to leave the town dark,
Yet the old yellow street lights fail to illuminate it.
Nothing draws me to this view, and nothing pushes me away.
I observe it, disinterested, prepared for a morning of apologies:

I’m sorry I stayed awake last night
To finish a poem and read a book.
I should have simply gone to bed
And taken the hit to my grade.

I’m sorry I stayed awake last night
And talked to my friend who lives far away.
I should have simply gone to bed
And left the kid alone to rot.

I’m sorry I stayed awake last night
Staring outside and pondering life’s mysteries.
I should have simply gone to bed
And done it during a teacher’s lecture.

I’m sorry I stayed awake last night
Finding my thoughts in the silhouettes of leaves.
I should have simply gone to bed
And searched them out during my tests, instead.

2:25 a.m. is a time of regrets.
The visible yet unlit scenery begins to reflect myself.
I see my greatest fears, followed soon by my deepest hopes,
I am displayed for the world to see, yet the only criticisms are my own.
I feel I truly understand myself. For that, I am willing to regret.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]