Useless

13 12 2007

Tryna grade papers on a Thursday night
Two classes down one more to go
But my mind keeps drifting far, far away
to meadows and hugs and dancing and light.

Tryna grade papers on a Thursday night
Can only find 2
But I hear whispers and good things
as emotion and good sense fight.

Tryna grade papers on a Thursday night
tryna do my duties before I go
But I’m as useless as a brain on drugs
Can’t fight the feelings with all my might
Maybe you can feel my plight
Or my desire to do what is right
Which for now’s to grade papers on a Thursday night….

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14 12 2007
Chris Miller

Wow. That was…interesting, oh and deep. You get an “around the world and back” snap on this one…lol.

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