Exist

By: Caleb Kestner

I’m sitting here within a class with nothing left to do

There’s twenty minutes left before this misery is through
I’m buying words to spend the time that I don’t want to wait
A woven web of moments that are written on my fate
The paper shifts and crinkles as my pencil wears away
It’s markings span the eons of this slowly moving day
And now ten minutes have gone by; I’m only halfway there
The clock spins down to just five left between my frequent stares
At last the class is over and I’m finally free to go
But I have no ride or transport so I still cannot go home
And so to end this tragic tale I’ll leave you all with this
The worst of ways to spend your days is simply to exist