Back to the empty blonde and brunette heads of the popular girls and boys
Back to the continuous chatter of students and the prolonged instructions of teachers
To the crowded hallways and quiet classrooms
To an endless pattern of rinse and repeat
But I feel longing for the days to end, and longing for summer to come
This school is a misery but next year is a mystery
Anew in high school the information on it is complete speculation
The eager waiting has already begun
Back to watching the clock tick
''wrote this on the bus'' - - always thought that writing poems on the bus/train/aerplane is a good activity ;) ''This school is a misery but next year is a mystery'' - - quite a philosophical mind.. keep on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting and full of imagination. Thanks