SchooldazeThe relentless ticking of the clock, I hear it tick; I hear it tock. But the numbers don't pass by - I'm surely here until I die. Seated upon this chair of wood, Thinking of leaving if I only could, My mind will wander in and out. I cannot hear your loudest shout. Wishing, wanting, dreaming, yearning, To be away from this place of learning. To be outside with more colorful things, With ones who laugh and ones who sing In sunbeam baths and thunder showers. To play across the ground for hours. To joke with friends and love your lovers, Trying to get them below the covers, Or be alone with the natural world, Where schedules become unfurled. There's fresher air to breathe out there, To free your body of any care. If asked 'bout school, I'll always say "I'd rather be outside every day." |