Le School Life
Bored to the farthest point
Mind spacing, skipping along
Not really obtaining the lecture.
Words flowing around the room
Hitting others' faces and paper
Remembering every last word.
Sitting here, drool raining
From my mouth to my hard pillow
Dreaming of the end of the day.
Everyone wide awake on caffeine highs
While sleepless nights caught me off guard.
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