Until then
I Stare at a clock with no hands.
The time ticks faster.
I Walk in shoes with no laces.
The feet move faster.
I Swim in a school with no fish.
The fins flap faster.
But In the case of a drought I wish you well.
Well in reality vanity is sanity.
Not to lose sight, she’s lost in sanity.
But I’m Torn between the two.
No.
I am a thorn between the two.
That’ll break my spine into, another morning hue.
It’s time we realize.
Our eyes need to be above the mean.
About the Writer
Sam Berkooz, Journalist
Sam Berkooz is a senior in his second semester on staff. When he’s not playing tennis or practicing the violin, he enjoys cooking with his family. Sam loves the rain and listening to music on walks around his neighborhood. He is so grateful for another chance to work on The Communicator and looks forward to whatever the new year brings.
