I stare up at the sky...
My beautiful mind...
I see a butterfly, pink and beautiful. I cut my hand and see if it will fly.
But it flies not towards me but towards the sky, I watch it fly around.
Not making a single sound.
White blue orange pink I think...
I see another one, a purple and pink.
What do I think...
I think it's pretty.
It's pretty silly pretty cool
But I still have school...
I watch as my bus pulls up yellow and bright.
Making far more noise than the slight butterfly.
I step on step-by-step... Pixel by pixel
I hear chatter as I step on... And don't hear it again as I step off
I walk through the hallway... Study hall is my next target
One headphone piece over my ear... One more final year
I smile as I watch, punches and greetings hugs and laughter
My eyes shifted as I stare down, and then I split sprint sprint sprint
Where am I sprinting to? I don't know... Nobody knows.
But I know I'm going towards something nice something better than school
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