english assignment.

good old class participation. the first to words are given to us, we continue the poem from there.
ba dah dum. hmm.

i am sitting in english class.
i wonder how things got this way.
i hear the sounds, but nothing stays.
i see words, but they don't register.
i want my old mind back.
i am sitting in english class.

i pretend it's all alright, but you knew that.
i feel like this poem is cramping my style.
i touch each key precisely, but the words are not quite flowing today.

Where is Doris' river when i need it?

I worry about a lot of things actually, not that anyone would know that's what i do most of the time.

I cry just as much, but.. well,

i am sitting in english class.

I understand that this is to stimulate the mind, but my mind enjoys yoga, and sprinting is not really working out for me.

I say it like i mean it, no wait, i don't say it at all.

I dream about nothing, because i never sleep, perhaps i am losing my childlike goals.

I try, damn, there's that stupid word again; TRRRYYY i cannot escape it, can i?

I hope everything will change, but for now

I am sitting in english class.

Brandon said "I touch the embracing air". i like that.