High School

by the dancing dreamer   Apr 21, 2008


"To see a world in a grain of sand",
What's that supposed to mean?
Everyday I walk through a life
Of things I've already seen.

The teachers talk or ramble on
Subjects we don't understand;
Our shoulders ache and fingers twitch,
I'm tired of raising my hand.

Boys and girls laugh and flirt
As they walk through the halls;
Packs of chew and cigarettes
Are left in bathroom stalls.

Nerds and jocks share the halls,
Seniors think they rule;
Drama geeks and trackies run
What is known as high school.

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