Treasure Island

Mathew Sutter

(Feb.3,1992 / Hampton, Virginia)

Act


I woke up this morning,
And got ready for a new day.
I put on my cloths and fixed my hair.

I got to school and as I passed ever person in the hallway...
I gave them a script...
And highlighted what they were suppose to say...

It was called 'Act'
And they were told to follow it...
And follow it they did.

As the play progressed into the climax...
The world that was before Act started to change color...
Brilliant shades ran across the ceiling and floor...
Music came from all direction,
And everyone began to spin to the script

Faster it went,

And as the climax dropped,
The color shined brighter...
The music became louder...
The dance became faster...

I went to school today,
Hoping for a change.
But no,
Everything is just the same.

Submitted: Thursday, November 13, 2008

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