Off and From

As a kiddie, school was cool, My teacher rolled on her stool. But this wasn't about school, It’s about my trips like a fool. Elementary was the prime, With the walks all the time. I learned to ride by myself, I learned to walk with myself. After school, the beaming yellow is gone. Instead I meet, the glooming color on. I walked a while with these bitty legs, Then waited for a metal lump that begs. I always had three coins instead of seven But I sit on my friend to make it even! The man on the wheels complain, I smile and say “look a plane!” That wasn’t the end though, My trips to school was the flo, There I saw moons so big, There I saw ghosts like twig. There I met 24k humans, There I met $1 men. There I met rotten people, There I also met golden people. My trips from school was the best, It was there I learned all the rest! Not from school, not from home But on the road with the world.