by Colin Mauro

Waking up so difficult and I question the world I was in; can’t I stay in that wondrous place?
I begin to leave and see the brightest orange as the sun shined upon my face
A smirk shoves across my face as I realize to the place I’m headed
I finally get to class barely late after a dreaded bus ride
And can’t get to even start my work and keep on mentioning the time
I begin to fall asleep and see only black and think of nothing but possibilities
I’m looking forward to the end of the school day and feel like I have liabilities
To look and act a certain way, unaware if others feel the same way
Time passes and it’s the same old day again its the same unchanging day.