Five days a week,
I sit in white classrooms
With hard plastic chairs.
I watch as teachers
Walk in
Out
In
Out.
I buy journals to occupy the time
To try and grow my mind,
Out of the redundancy of lectures,
Notes,
Homework,
In five years how much of this will matter?
Because I know I won’t remember
The details.
Just that I was in love
With the brightest star,
In the biggest way,
And that’s all that matters
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 8:58 PM UTC
Five days a week,
I sit in white classrooms
With hard plastic chairs.
I watch as teachers
Walk in
Out
In
Out.
I buy journals to occupy the time
To try and grow my mind,
Out of the redundancy of lectures,
Notes,
Homework,
In five years how much of this will matter?
Because I know I won’t remember
The details.
Just that I was in love
With the brightest star,
In the biggest way,
And that’s all that matters
Copyright 2010
