my words my thoughts in boredom

Dear Miss Lauren I am bored Thrill I wish I could Afford Recycle bottles and cans in there? No don’t do it! Ah Crum Yes yes officer I will repair People walk and people go Their gaits their strolls through them souls show To their lives of empty pain A goal to be seen to be showered in fame Pain wont leave them all the same The murmur of an upbeat teacher Students sleep missing today's exciting feature Red hat, pink coat Worlds collide, souls float Time to waste my dear dying friend My pencil writes my fingers bend My mind a land far away to attend Do you love me? It depends Sweaters, ipods, documentation Steering, sketching, procrastination Groups, clans, alienation. I see stars above the ceiling And then it ends. What are you feeling?