Elbow to desk
Hand to face
Pen to paper
Yet I stare into space
Something funny I remembered
A story, a song
I see the tops of trees in the window
But it’s in here that I belong
Another minute, hour, day, week
The clock ticks silently
And still the teacher speaks
I sit here
My hand moves
The words appear
The notes I need
To get me through the year
I’ll listen, I’ll study
Although my eyes protest
Dreaming is not for now
I don’t have time to rest
But now I know
As the bell is about to ring
It would be much worse
If I couldn’t learn anything
