of my classroom
sited in a wood chair
looking through the window
stairing at the air .
In my mind,
the teacher doesn't talk
i don't hear the noise around me
i create my own noise in my head
i create an alternative world
a world of happyness and joy .
But,
nothing is perfect
nothing is great
problems will chase me
trouble will hunt me down
they are the hunters
i am the prey
I can turn this around .
i can be the hunter
and they, the prey .
i just need strenght and power
to once more, rule again .
become the king again
rock on, brother . you can do it .
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