Time to Think, Part Two
They sit there, looking at the teacher,# yes sir, no sir,# whatever you say sir.
Where are their brains? Do they never think for themselves?
Off to the library they trot,# comparing notes and arranging dates.
It will work out. Somehow.
That pained look in Mom’s eyes# when she tries so hard# to not ask me where I’m going.
You going out?
All thin and strained,# trying hard not to look me in the eye.
Too right, I’m going out. 
Drives me crazy this place. 
But I am not going back,# whatever they say.
I just need to take some time.
Time to think.
It will work out. Somehow.