This isn't comical, as I don't have a smile I wish I'd looked after my teeth. To keep that child essence That makes all things simple, Like the shapes I once loved To love them now would be unthinkable. Sat small, simple, staring at the board, Telling myself "you don't understand this, How will you cope in years to come when this is ten times harder?" But then realizing I don't care, As I look out across the grass. The individual blades all blowing towards the trees, Except one, which stands straight against the wind, Tempting my attention to come and play, Why not? But playtime never comes now. My attention, imagination, is worn out. Too much playing on the warm, soft, silicon grass, Left my head too used to fun, now it struggles with work. Why bother? Look outside, Look at the sky, look for the clouds, Follow the underside of the blue seamless spread, Down to the horizon, trying to catch a glimpse of another country. It rattles me when I can't see it, Never mind, I'll try tomorrow.
Reason for writing:
choosing fun over education.
"Time you enjoyed wasting, wasn't wasted"
John Lennon.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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