Running
Written October 10, 2010 Sandals slapping on the sidewalk The chill wind whipping at my face I’m running away from another day Running towards the night I stare out the window Stare at the clock I’m checking my watch out And the cell phone clock The teacher’s a- droning I frown at my page There’s lines of poetry And patterns curving up the margin Surely that can’t be right Surely she’s talking sums Surely there’s something somewhere I’m required to listen to But the window’s open The chill winds a- beckoning And I’m wondering what I’m doing inside On such a lovely grey evening The hall clock ticks on I turn another page And my pen’s a- doodling In a hundred different colours And a hundred different pens On a page covered with sums The hall clock strikes The door opens The chill wind is in the room Teasing my hair Asking me out Sorry guys, gotta go Maybe another day, this will go better Maybe another day I’ll do What I was supposed to do in the first place Perhaps tomorrow I’ll leav...
