Morning.

The sunbeams sneak through my window overhead,
they wake me.
My eyelids lift slowly, they reveal the world to me,
Just as I am revealed to the world once more.
How can I be half asleep,
but still not half awake?

I suddenly remember
how hard it is to say these things
and pretend they're not real.
How in the morning,
Through the window pane,
in the summer month, before schools first day,
I could tell what he was thinking.

How in the dusk,
Through the fire and smoke,
On the eighth of august, with a hidden hope,
I could see what he was reading.

Pull back the sheets,
Think about the day ahead,
School suddenly seems so mundane.
Nothing that resides there is inspiring.
Millions of other kids are in high school.
Millions of other kids are just like me.
Just like me.

I don't believe the intimidation act of teachers,
you're so fake and
you're so annoying.
You think I'm dumb,
You set such low standards.

I will prove you wrong.

"They're not superstars,
they just play football."
Do you think you're unique?
With your samba shoes,
and button up cotton shirts?
Millions of kids are just like you,
Just Like Me.