I am not a voice

change my tune

I am a choice

sounding like the afternoon



Kid sitting in the back

head down on the desk

thinkin about some nick nack

I'm not tryin my best



ideas are flowin

all the other kids chatting

the wind outside is blowin

their words combating



like the old do to the young

they just want them to be quiet

they just can't stop their tongue

all they want to do is riot



I exist:

kinda like a tree

something that wants to be free

I just gotta find my need



back to the kid

he makes a few bids

can't find himself

he'll end up on the shelf



In the end

his head is down

ideas used to defend

all is goin to the ground