Think about it,

Think about it,

Why am I always

Tappin my pen on my desk,

Wondering what I’m about

To do next;

When this class is over,

What am I going to get for lunch?

Not paying attention to my teacher

Yet I think she has a hunch,

That I’m absent-minded,

Barely been reminded

That I’m in math, oh wait I meant science.

Or is it history? Are we still studying the Mayans?

Or them Wright Brothers who stay flyin?

Doesn’t matter, two minutes in and I’m

Already dyin,

But we could always make a forum

And share our feelings: hatred, fatigue, all done out of boredom.

Thinking about all I could

Possibly be doing instead of class,

Any alternatives than going to math.

I could always roll out, roll up and pass,

Do you see what I’m saying when you

Be lookin through that glass?

I ain’t talking about shades.

I’m talking about what remains,

After all the glamour about the future fades.

Talk about getting a job and doing what you like

As if it’s as easy as riding a bike.

Those two concepts are different not one in the same,

If you can’t see that, you better readjust your frame.

Teachers talk about it as if they all live it,

As if, if this wasn’t paying their bills they still wouldn’t quit it.

It’s all smoke and mirrors,

Nothing gets cleaner or clearer;

That’s why there is glass, cause

You can’t touch me only see me.

Your message can never reach me cause

That’ll never be me.

I never want to do what I don’t love-

Something with which I would put

My feelings below and my sense of security above.

If I was going to be a teacher I would do it cause

It was at the top of my list,

Not something with which when I saw the

Salary I just couldn’t resist;

Not to say that it pays a lot

But it’s enough to get by and I get my own

Parking spot.

Just know your message will never reach me cause I

Don’t like what I see;

An adult telling me what I could be,

Saying I can do whatever; I can be free,

But just 20 years ago weren’t they that ‘me’?

Told to go to college, make something of yourself,

Study real hard, make connections so you can later

Obtain wealth?

So what happened?

Life happened.

High school reunion-

No one’s clappin.

I guess I’m just trying to say

Don’t preach a life you never fully went after,

Don’t tell me about the ending when you’re still

On the first chapter.

Don’t tell me to get a job I love

When you haven’t gotten one yourself-

Just getting anything you can to establish

Financial security or wealth.

That’s why I can’t respect you,

Why I daydream and often forget you,

But if I’m not careful

I will become you.

20 years from now I don’t want

To see you-

In me-

When I look at my reflection;

Took a bite of ambition

But choked on rejection.

My life didn’t come easy so I took

An alternative route,

Now I’m sitting in front of 45 faces with

My hand on my head and a pen in my mouth.

It’s not to say anymore or any less that

Being a teacher isn’t an ideal career,

It’s to say don’t go for something with disinterest

When you are faced with fear.

Don’t sit in that chair

Unless you truly wish to be there,

Because if you have no desire

I will shut down and neglect all you aspire-

To teach me.

Forget everything that is required,

My mind and attention span have retired-

Make your life miserable until you get fired,

Talking about doing what you love, I’ll

Be the first to call you a liar.

If I mimic your actions

I may just be in that chair;

Miserable and without a care-

For the fact that I gave up on myself and ambitions

Thought life was all about no limits,

No restrictions.

I will be there if I wish to be,

Be in the Oscars if I wish to be on TV.

So just do your job and encourage perseverance no matter the path,

Even if compared to yours my salary is cut in half.

I’ve thought about it.

I’ve thought about it;

Why some teachers can’t hold my attention,

And greatly fail to mention,

How this will help me later in life-

Drenched in dissatisfaction, wishing to back go

Home to their husband or wife.

If you don’t care

I don’t care,

You are only lucky I’m still there,

But all these times I’ve been thinking,

And my interest in you has been shrinking.

Cause I find myself ready and determined,

To be limitless and when I preach the entire world

will come to my serum.

I will do what I love and either sit

Happily at a desk,

Or in a trophy room full of 35 Oscars wondering what’s next.

I am determined and this is a lifestyle

Not a phase,

When I look at my future, I’m going to see a change,

Gotta get out of this box, out of this cage,

I think about all this as I tap my pen on my desk

And flip to the next page.