Ahhhh... dead silence.
Well it would be.
If not for this teacher,
These people,
And that buzzing sound.
Without them,
I would be in peace.
I could slowly drift
Into my mind.
Except for that noise.
The one that won't stop.
So many people, all oblivious
To the buzz
When will it cease?
I hope soon
For it makes me notice things.
The too - bright lights,
The light tapping on paper,
The stale, stuffy air.
It will end soon.
Then I will have
Peace.