After the class I got my self back
Widely awake
Ready for the outside world again
Within awhile
Before I launch and set my self
My priceless phone
Clasps me
Fluctuating wildly
Telling a vexatious directive
Of be cautious.

This missive is beyond my list
For there is no identity
No record on my index.

Why I should be prudent
When I know the place where I’m up to.!