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Ahead (in) The Class

-Something I wrote while in class while the lights were off and the projector on-

As the bell rings my thoughts scatter,
I’m thrown back into play with the world
My daydreams become whispering nobodies in the back of the class
-The worlds filing in-
I hurry my composure before I’m spotted thinking alone
I chameleon my mode and I’m back to life…

I live among letters that grow into words
I run my life on adjectives as I try to avoid verbs
The alphabet can be a dangerous thing when placed into the mouths of others
Which is why I collect my words and train them to protect me from foreign letters

Lettering in the dark is like whispering to the def
But my mind can’t make sense of light so I’m ok as long as I go off the brain,
I’ve been drained of light and darkness has consumed, but my thoughts stay the same, (un)tampered by watts.