Classroom Absence

As I sit, I wonder with my eyes at a world filled with empty desires, empty seats, vacant for no one but ghosts. Looking at each fading footprint in the tile, wondering if I shall fade as well, I face my head forward. Straining to see the path laid for me, as if one way or another that is possible.

Voices of hopes and dreams echo from the once occupied seats throughout these four walls that keep me sane. They are my safe ground in a world that drowns itself with shallow bodies of so called "Leaders" who cannot lead themselves.

Saying we are the future, yet at the same time destroy the future we are to obtain. With blood and war, children crying, yet none choose to listen, plunging themselves further into the dark abyss of insanity; little by little degrading each other to act on primitive instincts as if animals are all that we have become.

Look around, where have all the dreamers gone, having thoughts as brilliant and beautiful as the pink sakura's that bloom only twice a year. A generation of people overflowing with nothing but hope for a future but deny themselves what is the present, what is now...

As I sit, I wonder with tearful eyes at a world that has lost their way to love. Consumed by pride, they are people with no cause, no remorse, just empty hearts...