I sit with the pen in my hand
Staring blankly at the paper
I'm trying to put thoughts to words
Or is it perhaps words to thoughts?
The teacher's droning on and on
I am lost in my fantasies
I should probably concentrate
But, alas, it is too boring
I do have some inspiration
But for now I will stick to this;
Writing what random thoughts I have
A Shakespearean monologue;
"All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players"...
And then something about eyebrows
And the seven stages of life
For which I frankly do not care
I live in the moment, the now
And now is the best time I've had
Now is really, truly the best
The best I have felt for a while
And those were my thoughts put to words.