hearing the teacher's words
roll out of her mouth
like the pre-recorded msg on the 900 number
I'm the crazed little kid
sitting in the front row
with an almost depressing look to me
my senses are alert and receptive cuz
I have this want, no NEED to
learn what's going on in my head
unfortunalty a wall of stupidity blocks
all the much needed info
I sit in this classroom and look around
yet I see nothing but darkness
funny thing is I'm not blindfolded They Are!
They cause my darkness in this classroom of life
I converse with my surroundings
and continue to hear my teacher
speaking her words of meaningless wisdom
as I slowly give up hope
I sink back into my own confused and distorted world
as the need for a connection goes back to it's little
corner in my head, near my stupidty wall
The pre-recorded msg plays on as
the darkness and I sit together in the shadows of the
classroom of life