You guys know how some school days can be a lil bit boreing so i made a poem about it hope you like it.
siting at the table, with nothing to do but daydream and only wish upon a star far away for the time to speed up. This pencil I im holding in my hand is my only last resort that i turned to. i wish i had the power to make Jeremiah disapperd with the birds to the sky. but i dont have these powders, so i am going back to daydreaming thank you dear paper for listen
