Why are we not allowed in the teachers lounge,
What is so special about soft patterned couches,
Fresh brewed coffee made from columbia,
But I feel as if Im lost in time in the household of the Brady Bunch.
Moving outside I see trees of green,
I can see the whole other view of the school I have never seen.
I WONDER WHY NO ONE EVER NOTICES THE LITTLE THINGS.
Like the sound of airplanes, or bells ring.
We never see the hidden,
Like the secret stairwell, that was just given.
The bright flourecuent lights,
And echoing noises made by the slamming doors.
Outsider I See traffic, but then I hear silence,
I stand in between my school and the road and I feel separated.
I see the cars going by so fast, but then miss everything around them.
Why does the world go by so fast you miss the little things.
