History Lecture

Whether it’s a war or a hunger strike,
In the history book they’re all alike.

Myths and stories we have to read,
And get forgotten in lightening speed.

Going to the lecture yet leaving the mind outside,
Not paying attention to what happens inside.

The professors never stop blabbering,
And in the concentration play we’re all acting.

The window becomes a refuge,
And the imagination starts to become huge.

The ticking off the clock is the only sound we long to hear,
As it brings closer the time in which we can get away from our history fear.

Things being said and other things being shown,
Yet our minds are as far away as the moonstone.

Wishing you were back in bed,
Or somewhere fun instead.

In the end we are stuck,
Unless we pass with some luck.