A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

School Blues

Get up before the crack of dawn,

Clean myself up; put all my clothes on,

Wondering why is my vacation gone,

Can't ask Captain Jack, he's looking for his rum,

Either way we're both very glum,

Time to lie and say, "happy to see you chum",

I'd much rather be home than to be at school,

Best years my foot, you determine if your life is cool,

I ain gonna preach no sermon, get your knowledge straight from the spool,

Maybe someday I'll look back on these days and say,

"I wouldn't go back there for anything; no way",

All the stress school brings; it's hardly worth the "pay",

I say that but I know that I'm lucky though,

It's not school I hate just my school you know,

I would have been excited a few years ago,

Such is life I guess,

It's feeling helpless that causes the most stress,

The thing you make out of a struggle, is a mess,

I could waste my time,

But I've got too many ambitions on my mind,

As long as I remember my goals I'll be fine.

I wished I could make two more of me,

Then we three could split the responsibility,

But I just missed the shooting star so I'm back to reality.