I Want To Run

I want a holiday,

I don’t care if it isn’t May.

I’m sick of school,

All I do during classes

Is sit and drool.

I have a headache,

I can’t concentrate,

I want to run,

Run out of school;

Run into fresh air,

Out of the stuffy, classroom, that’s bare.

I want to kick back, relax,

Feel the sun on my face,

I’m sick of air-conditioning,

I’m tired of the fans turning,

I want some real, sweet-smelling wind.

I’m sick of Geography,

And Maths, History and Biology,

My head is full with English and Chemistry,

I want to empty my mind,

Empty it of knowledge that grinds.

I want to run,

Run towards freedom,

Run till I can’t anymore,

Run to the end of the world

Where it isn’t a bore,

Far, far away,

As far as possible,

From the dreaded building we call School!