life is in session
life is in session and here i amcaught with my stubby pencil
taking notes in some shorthand i think i'll remember
only to be left with gibberish upon review
behind the wheel scribblin notes on my hand
mind is racing
a list of chores and calls and contacts to make today
i know darn well i wont complete even 3 of em
its just that kind of day(mushy in my head)
im not quite apathetic but i am definitely tardy
not enough motivation to be delinquent even
life is in session and im in the special class
feels more like the burn ward
gaping searing peeling stinking wounds
and hushed voices and looks of pity