put your hands on my forehead,
it's heated under your fingertips.
Hear the monotonous tones
that mean to shape my life,
can you see my disinterest?
Taste my sleepy yawn
as I slip away and listen
to your subliminal words -
I am past bored
and I truly do not care.
I am subconsciously awake,
nothing more than my eyes are open.
See the glass protecting me?
Hear the teacher sigh...
Is it he who cares for my future life?
I cannot fake my dislike
for the gold he tries to sell.
The surroundings are one tone,
vision and touch one in my head -
I am past bored
and I truly do not care.
*I wrote this in class
