It's the first period of the day,
Sitting there, spacing out and now the bell has rung.
Stepping into the crowded all of high school,
There's kids that walk too slow or stand in groups in front of lockers.
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Time. A mental apparatus. Always seems to go faster when there's a purpose. Enjoyed your poem. Its nice to meet another young poet like myself. If you can read 'the reminder of dawn & dear m', written by me. Keep on writing=]