Here I sit
In a class I don't want to be.
May be pointless to admit.
What do they want me to see?
Here I play
On a field I call my own.
If they let me, I would stay,
But they wouldn't leave me alone.
Here I write
As I leave the world behind.
I finally begin to find my light,
But they wouldn't give me the time.
Here I lay
And wonder why I try
To fit their perfect mold of clay
As the morning draws nigh.
Here I sit
Again in a class I don't want to be,
In the mold I will not fit.
How can I get them to see?
Wanting To Do What I Love
Here I Sit
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the Author.
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