Tests dates and Term Papers

I'm tired of thinking, 

In test dates,

And terms papers.

When all I really want,

Is to use my imagination.

The stars call my name,

But I'm busy getting A's 

"Oh you'll go far sweetie, you've got your GPA."

But maybe I don't want to go far.

maybe I just want the energy,

to get out the door.

Why can't you understand?

I'm tired of missing out,

on everyday life.

And going to sleep

without thoughts on my mind.

Back when what i wished for,

was living worry free.

not living in a box,

thats buried six feet deep.

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