Puzzle


The alarm clock rings.
I look in the mirror.
I open the door to school, the clock shows 7:25.
But what I think has no relevance with school. Instead I think,

What is the purpose of life?
No matter what do we always move on,
like the teddy bear we loved as a child,
or the braces we longed to see vanish.

We can't control most of what happens
from the bully that tormented us as a child,
to whom we fall in love with as an adult.
None of this is our choice.

As my eyes start to close
and the teacher rambles on
I start to dream.
Dreaming is an amazing thing.

We dream of craziness that our subconscious drums up,
from imagining being taught by Yoda,
to soaring through the night sky,
but what is left? Nothing but our mind.

What we all want the most
is a friend that will be there through everything-
the great times and the sorrowful times.
But what we really need most is someone to just say "Hi."

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