We are taught to wait
To wait for our elders to tells us how to proceed onwards
We are told how to act in front of others when we really just want to laugh
We are taken from our natural habitat of social hour to work
We are expected to know right from wrong everyday
And to remember all of the regulations of class
Or elders expect us to be know and warm creatures to everybody we meet
The minute you step into that classroom you must play the role of the student
No longer able to interact with the same species like in the hallway
But once the bell rings to alarm the students that they are free of the rues and teachers
They are gone
Left to mosie on life the way they want to
There goes the bell right now.
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
