Morning of a new week dawns
Same old story; same old song
All that's changed is the number
Letting time seep by the hour
Imprisoned in glass and stone
Chained by duty to the chair bestowed
Patiently waiting for recess' call
To breathe in air of the wind at Fall
How soon 'til your smile
That's what to ponder
While the mind dulls and eyes glaze
My dream vision of you clears the haze
