No matter how hard I try, away my mind would fly.
Gone my attention went and my focus began it's decent.
My studying went awry, no matter how hard I would try.
Good was my true intent but now my work was nothing my mind dreamt.
If the teacher saw this, they would surely cry; "why is your work so bad, why?"
Working hard in class was all I meant, but to me this poem was all my mind sent.
