I'm a cowboy.
I don't know when, but I do know how: with an angry tap on my shoulder and a few scolded words.
I'm currently waiting to be pulled of my feathery light cloud that hovers around my head and makes my vision hazy. I have headphones plugged into both of my ears, drowning out the sounds around me.
I doodled on and kept writing.
On a steel horse I ride.
When I looked up, I caught the teacher looking at me directly. I looked back with lusterless eyes, reasonably educated thoughts still absent and refusing to take away my music.
At this early hour, Monday morning blues really get to me.
My week of freedom ended only hours ago and I'm already overwhelmed by tasks, tests and obligations. Of which most were already set and dated long before the holidays, but miraculously I succeeded in either forgetting or never even noticing I was missing out on them.
Therefore I... I just noticed how strange it is to see Mr. Harbour talk math, but hear Bon Jovi's voice.
I'm wanted, Dead or alive.
Let's turn the volume up.
The crying guitars speak provoking words of truth.
I reach for them, stuck in everyday routines.
I pull my imaginary blanket over my head and block them all out.
Thank heavens I have my daydreams to occupy my mind.
I sink deeper into my trumped up world where they're all the same,
Only the names have changed.
I don't know when, but I do know how: with an angry tap on my shoulder and a few scolded words.
I'm currently waiting to be pulled of my feathery light cloud that hovers around my head and makes my vision hazy. I have headphones plugged into both of my ears, drowning out the sounds around me.
I doodled on and kept writing.
On a steel horse I ride.
When I looked up, I caught the teacher looking at me directly. I looked back with lusterless eyes, reasonably educated thoughts still absent and refusing to take away my music.
At this early hour, Monday morning blues really get to me.
My week of freedom ended only hours ago and I'm already overwhelmed by tasks, tests and obligations. Of which most were already set and dated long before the holidays, but miraculously I succeeded in either forgetting or never even noticing I was missing out on them.
Therefore I... I just noticed how strange it is to see Mr. Harbour talk math, but hear Bon Jovi's voice.
I'm wanted, Dead or alive.
Let's turn the volume up.
The crying guitars speak provoking words of truth.
I reach for them, stuck in everyday routines.
I pull my imaginary blanket over my head and block them all out.
Thank heavens I have my daydreams to occupy my mind.
I sink deeper into my trumped up world where they're all the same,
Only the names have changed.