I’m in math class…
Waiting…
Five minutes
Until the bell rings.
Then I’ll be off to fourth period,
(Which will leave a lot to think about.)
And history two hours after that.
Fifth period history will hopefully go well;
I haven’t studied for the
Big test tomorrow, though.
If I fail again,
I’ll probably fail the class.
I can already tell
That the pressure’s gonna be hell.
I’m in science class…
Waiting…
Ten minutes
Until the bell rings.
Then I’ll be off to fifth period.
But in here, my mind is lost…
Gone…
I’ve drifted away already.
I’m done with this day already.
I am ready to relive the daydream
That will once again belong to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem