Classroom

Classroom

Sitting, watching, waiting.
Under a spell, I cannot escape.
Light streams in through the leaves;
and I look longingly at the ripple
of rain against the pavement.
Yet here, I stay.

Sitting, watching, waiting.
The day creaks on. The clock
creeps forward. I stare, stare
at things that would not normally
hold my attention so;
But sooner, than later, another
object tempts my sights away.
And here, I stay.

Sitting, watching, waiting.
Writing on the papers, ignoring
the droning around me. The
incessant buzz proving to be
a hindrance as I plow through
the textbooks. And for what?
So that I may emerge well
later, in my breath of the world?
But here, I will stay.