“The elephants are dancing on the graves of squeeling mice.” Cream, Anyone for Tennis
I wake up.
I sit in class.
I take notes.
I finish assignments.
I go home,
Do hours of homework, and
Go to sleep.
Then I wake up a do it again.
Why?
How does this stuff matter?
Obviously, it doesn’t
Because we learn the same stuff
Year after year.
After year.
After year.
Maybe that’s why I don’t care.
Maybe that’s why I don’t try.
I get it.
My choice.
It’s just school.
