Timothy James Webster
A Normal Lesson - Poem by Timothy James Webster
Still working out why I am here,
Nothing cross my mind.
Thought it could be fun,
But was proven wrong again.
Sitting here like a piece of wood
Hearing spiel after spool
Are we robots to be upgraded?
Useless data streaming down on me
Pastime dreams, Freedom dreams,
A child in the playground,
Taking fresh morning air dropp by drop,
Enjoying this renewing experience.
An abrupt sound takes me away,
From my happy ever-ever land.
An empty piece of paper faces at me.
Realized that learning has to be pursued.
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