Racing Bored

Racing Bored

Racing Bored

Just sitting here with nothing to do
Sitting here ‘cuz my studyin’s through
I’ve recopied my notes so I won’t get lost
When I take that final, the notes will get tossed

Counting down the days: 1-2-3-4-5-6
Leaves me bored, but the clock continues with ticks
It’s summertime, damn it, oh damn it to hell
Last time to cram it and hear that school bell

No more will I feel like a little child
Behind a desk, so timid and mild
The jobs are so many, so many to choose
Soon I’ll be movin’ and I will not lose

Dependency was quite awful, quite sick
The therapy comes from the flick of my Bic!
No more to count on those rusty old geezers
Their egos too high, my heart can’t stand their tweezers

New habits to practice, old friends to replace
Find a group to belong and win that old race
Silence is golden where skeletons lie
Grasp the brass ring to get you by and by

Almost to cross that one finish line
Running yet another race, sure hope I will shine!
It’s jumping into the vast void of unknown
A venture of seeking the crown and the throne

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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