The street lights blind my view of the stars,
When I'm roaming around with friends passing the years,
With no money, no expensive cigars,
No life long careers,
We dine out in fast food, rest - stops,
Where the tables are sticky with soda
Eating out of a take-away box,
But never stuck on the sofa,
How are you meant to feel after school?
Do you thank the teachers for their time of reign?
But tell them it’s my time to rule,
Do you sit on a cold steel bench and reflect on the years that flew by,
Something you missed, and didn't capture,
So fast like a flicker past your eye,
Pondering rhymes throughout my exam time,
My drowsy eyes start to close,
Losing my mind,
Its time to doze,
off.