The Class

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