Molasses 2006

The time drifts by slowly

Having nowhere to go

Waiting for the bell to blow

Then get lost in the flow

Alas spirits low

Passing from class to class

No one knows

It’s like trudging through snow

Though

The glow of freedom

We have yet to know

We sit

Wait

Concentrate

Tensions high

5 minutes to go

Tickings grow loud

Hearts start to pound

Patience we know

We sit

Stare

Glare

And snore

Want to run out the door

Some know not

Some know nothing more

Tick…Tick…Tick…

We all know the sound…