MID. CLASS 8-18-04
Waiting for class to end
Time seems as though it has stoped
Just waiting for the lectures to stop
And let me move on to my next task
It can be considered so quiet here
But my mind just wont let up
Going 100 miles a minutes
On a new subject every second
The shriks and screams coming from the blackboard
Can allow you to drift away
Little marks here and there
making no since at all
A voice sounding like it is muffled by cotten
Lets my mind drift away into a dream land
The only reason I'm not gone mentally
Is because of a gentle tap on my shoulder














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