my head rests on an open blank notebook
the words of my “teacher” leak thru my ears
how many days has it been since I was last here?
I know I’ll be failing this year
the numbers don’t lie right?
so why should I write
down
the calculations that will do me no good?
these words and letters
drift thru my mind like feathers
its not that I don’t want to learn
it’s that I don’t have the motivation
you see. I have this notion
that everything I’m doing here
like the end of my pencil
will be pointless