Ideas roll around in your head Too many to get out It sometimes gets so frusterating With too many problems to count. As you walk down the halls You look into people's eyes Trying to peer into their souls Something they can't disguise. There are so many things in this world That you want to learn But you feel that there is no time That life will not give you your turn. Sitting in study hall Trying to put these thoughts and feelings on paper Thinking about history And all time mysteries. You may wonder What the point of this poem is There's a different lesson for everyone Who has a mind and is imaginative.
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