My Class Room

The world appears to be a class room,
I sit always on the last bench..

Years pass by.
One teacher replaces another,
the class room also changes,
I'm still on the last bench....

The world appears to be a class room,
I sit always on the last bench..

Dreams are there I know
I fly through the tiny windows
out there in the sky...
dreaming........
yet sitting on the last bench...

I see
I hear
I ask
I learn
the world appears to be a class room,
I sit always on the last bench...