Literature class.

I'm getting sleepy
Sleepy is the girl on the corner of the classroom
Classroom is a place where I get inspired
Inspired I feel when I start drawing
Drawing is the way I have to deal with my mind
Mind is something curious and mysterious
Mysterious is the universe
Universe is something gigantic and I don't know my role in it
It is gigantic and magnificent
Magnificent is the existence, even if we don't know what it is
Is it possible to know the reason of existing?
Existing, darling, is hard
Hard is this chair in which I'm sitting
Sitting makes me feel sleepy
Sleepy, really sleepy, so I don't know anymore if I'm awake or if I'm sleeping
Sleeping is good, but I'm not sleeping yet, am I?