I'm lost,
the hallway leading to my nest class is a never ending corridor,
my desk is in the last row and the row never stops.
ever.
my locker combination is so long the bell rings before I've even opened my locker,
the teacher is so mad that I have to go to the pricipal's office,
which requrires another trecherous wlk down the never ening hallway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem