Over the Road
Groggily the world comes into focus. I’m late.
Dash for the shower, downstairs, last check in the mirror.
Passable? No, not at all. Hair doesn’t look right,
uniform too tight, tie not done properly.
Past the point of caring.
Door shuts. Cold air hits me.
See the chavs in the street. Smoking, chatting, living.
Life in a goldfish bowl.
I walk out trying not to be seen.
Laughter. I forgot about my walk!
Beautiful people standing outside
the dingy corner shop. Only here could
Dairy Milk and Red Bull for breakfast seem so
attractive. Head down, don’t be seen.
You’re not good enough for them.
Dodging traffic, wondering what’s the point?
Past the tonsil tennis athletes.
God they could play for hours.
The lonely passing of tempting groups.
Past the gates. This should feel like home, yet all I feel is dread.
People watching, waiting for you to slip or fall.
Under the microscope of the quad.
The fat kid in year 7 falls over.
I laugh, everyone laughs. I hope he’s ok.
Entering the room. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.
Dash for the shower, downstairs, last check in the mirror.
Passable? No, not at all. Hair doesn’t look right,
uniform too tight, tie not done properly.
Past the point of caring.
Door shuts. Cold air hits me.
See the chavs in the street. Smoking, chatting, living.
Life in a goldfish bowl.
I walk out trying not to be seen.
Laughter. I forgot about my walk!
Beautiful people standing outside
the dingy corner shop. Only here could
Dairy Milk and Red Bull for breakfast seem so
attractive. Head down, don’t be seen.
You’re not good enough for them.
Dodging traffic, wondering what’s the point?
Past the tonsil tennis athletes.
God they could play for hours.
The lonely passing of tempting groups.
Past the gates. This should feel like home, yet all I feel is dread.
People watching, waiting for you to slip or fall.
Under the microscope of the quad.
The fat kid in year 7 falls over.
I laugh, everyone laughs. I hope he’s ok.
Entering the room. Out of the frying pan, into the fire.