Time of Day


Our books sit there,
Longing to be opened

These books filled with words,
As of none of us understand

The teacher stands up at the board,
Filling our brains with knowledge

There are kids who are taking notes,
And kids who are not giving a care in the world

Some kids have their books open,
Reading away into a fairy-tail

Then there are others,
Their eyes drilled to the clock

This clock that tells time,
And releases us into the wild

This clock setting us free,
Moving us along to our next journey

Each class that you endure,
Is a new amount of information to take in

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