Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Sitting in class
Trying to focus-
As obscure thoughts dance.
School at night is kind of a drag.
But one must keep priorities up-
And not let them lag.
Forced writing is a pill-
Chalky and dry,
I only swallow it to get by.
If I had my choice,
I would rather be writing in a different way-
With red wine, being cab, shiraz, or a merlot,
In a room with the lights turned low.
Trying to focus-
As obscure thoughts dance.
School at night is kind of a drag.
But one must keep priorities up-
And not let them lag.
Forced writing is a pill-
Chalky and dry,
I only swallow it to get by.
If I had my choice,
I would rather be writing in a different way-
With red wine, being cab, shiraz, or a merlot,
In a room with the lights turned low.
