Treasure Island

Kilee Burton

(04/23/1991)

Senioritus


Sitting here waiting
Watching the clock slowly tick
Tic toc Tic toc
The days go by slowly
It's April and May is nowhere in sight

It is getting harder to wake up in the morning
Pushing the snooze button once again
Trying to find reasons to stay home
The mind is elsewhere, floating in the clouds

May is finally here
Graduation is full speed ahead
Seinoritus is getting worse
The heart is set on graduation
The mind wants to sleep in 'til noon

BAM
Graduation is finally here
That was the cure needed all along

Submitted: Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, May 06, 2009

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