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Erebus
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After School Special
Been years of waiting, but I've played it cool, I've been anticipating this last day of school, I've obeyed the rules, never often in fights Soon it stops and I'm hyped that it's gone from my life Taking nothing away, I guess I missed the essence I'd saw judgement and fallacies behind every lesson I won't regret that it's here, school is left in the rear With that screech on the chalkboard which always bled in my ear Or this sour stench which always discon-certs As teachers sweat through the armpits of their discount shirts Crumbled notebooks packed with sketches and scrawls A prisoner to this 3 o’clock bell on the wall I know when the seconds are carved and the minutes are chiselled through He'll say "The bell isn't your teacher, it's I that dismisses you" Whatever dude, d'ya feel big when you're abusing some kids? Doesn't matter, soon I'll be through with this shit and life truly begins Looking outside, I can't wait for the life after limbo As the bell rings, I smile, looking out past the window. ---------------------------------------------------------- How foolish was I? Sitting thinking of freedom? Unaware of the undivided bliss I was leaving I never contemplated the occasion where I’d sink to the depths Imprisoned by a classroom is better than imprisoned by debts Sure I got bored, but was I sure that I’d really want more? Now I long to see those white crumbs sitting under the chalk board What were those things I’d doodle? I wish I’d wrote them down Now all I write are bad cheques which I know will bounce Its madness, I’m nostalgic of that sweaty room Now my senses are dulled as the pressure looms If I dreamt of a gravy train, then I guess it has missed me My Invictus was conquered long before it existed What a self-righteous prick I was back in the bay Thought I was captive, enslaved and had some plan to escape Now 10 years on, the only freedom I was left to find Is begging judgemental strangers for some extra time I can’t believe that I felt I was stranded in limbo Cause now I’m standing outside, looking back into the window.
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