I’m sitting down upon a chair that is brown
Trying to listen to my teacher who is talking
With girls on my sides whose face is frowning
Cause my teacher says a story that seems so boring.
I don’t know what he really utters about
Cause he speaks of spiritual matters which we’re in doubt
We’re supposed to be tackling about a relevant topic
But it seems he talks about someone’s life being tragic.
My mind wants to grasp and fully absorb
The lessons and values he shares and reports
But unfortunately there is a barrier like an orb
Protecting my intellect from his talks of all sorts
With my fellow students we are waiting
For Miss Registrar to make that bell ringing
Because our eyes seems going downfall
To the realms of darkness with the speed of a waterfall