My mind springs to life now,

The idea's in my head.

And sitting at school waiting to write it,

I don't know how long I can take this dread.

I watch the bell and not the board,

The teacher shouldn't care.

Because I'm a saint compared to the girls,

Who can't stop talking and messing with their hair.

I tap my foot in impatience,

The time seems to challenge my ability to not crack.

The bell rings and I'm out of there,

Almost forgetting my heavy backpack.

Sorry to my friends,

But they'll just have to find something else to do.

For now that I've got pen in hand,

The bond making me haunched over my desk's like glue.

Words paint rainbow-filled pictures,

Yet it also paints cruel and beautiful gloom.

I can't put my utensil down now,

The flower in my brain is in bloom.

I finish with that paper,

I blast the music loud.

I love to be so happy,

To have the flash of the emotion, 'proud'.

I venture outdoors to watch the misty clouds,

The grass sparkles with dew.

And I'm finally living my perfect dream,

This, I can promise, is true.