Those days

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Early morning I wake up,

To just another day in my life.

I get ready for the pickup,

And another daily strive.

The morning bell rings,

The assembly begins,

And the choir sings,

For the hope a better day brings.

Another hour, another lecture,

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Leaving us to make conjecture,

We wait for the clock to run,

To go outside and have some fun.

“It’s time to pack up”, the intercom screams,

Another day closer to our dreams.

We head out to roam,

To find our way back home.

I wish I could go back,

With no track of what we lack,

To the days of childhood glee,

With minds completely wild and carefree.