Cemented together, I count the bricks
The bland white next to tired crimson red
All eyes are on the clock as it just ticks
The low voice turns from monotone to dead.

The desks are even looking in despair
they moan as kids just fidget in their seats
and the class seems boring beyond compare
the itch to leave quickens student heartbeats.

Minutes 'till freedom from this steel jail
the teachers are the bars that cage us in
all the air we breath is hot and stale
and longings are no longer kept within.

When it ends normal time will then resume
Like waves crashing down on a still, calm sea
life is startled back into the classroom
now all that is left is paper debris.

The narrow hallways fill with anxious feet,
in the next class, the cycle will repeat.