The days go by, the same as the last.
waking up in the morning,
getting ready to go to the same place where 6 hours are wasted.
i know some day it'll pay off, but for now it's just a bore.
seeing the same faces,
walking down the same halls.
sitting in the same room with the same teacher talking,
and me with the same dream of getting out and seeing the world.
after those hours pass i'm on my way to the place i call home.
though this is where my sanctuary is,
the place that is covered with me.
where i can sit for hours by myself, but not alone.
where my memories cover the walls,
and my secrets lie within.
my hopes and dreams and words of life are written in the notebook on the floor,
and the music plays on the radio,
i long to leave this place behind,
not to be forgotten, just to taste life beyond these walls.
to get out of the same old routine and experience something new.
to see some different faces,
and have somethings come unglued.
i know my life is still young and journey has just begun,
but the future is all i have to look forward to,
and the hope that some day i'll wake up in the morning knowing it wont be the same as the last.
