Ode to Class

Tick Tick Tick Tick
The seconds push by
slowly oozing away
each one seeming like hours, days, months, years

confined to this chair,
my arms glued to the desk,
fingers intertwined around the pen
words spinning round and round in my head

the teacher drones on and on
and on and on and on
his words spoken like gibberish
not making any sense in my fragile head

I look toward the window
eyes slowly straying away from the board
across the river and back onto land
and then comes the longing

the terrible longing to be free
dancing around liberatingly, full of strength
full of hope, life, love, joy
the fresh air, the sun the sky

but then I turn my head
and see books, pages wilted from the essence of boredom
and i am back in the fiery ruins of hell
oh no, don\'t kill me now!

tick tick, tick tick,
33 more minutes to go