Wasteland

Question marks
In all of the faces
A blank expression
And faraway gazes

Heads full of nothing
No hands raised up high
My teeth are clenched
While the hour drags by

I just cannot listen
To one word they say
More minutes are passing
I'm dreaming away

My brain feels too big
For my head is to small
Those hammering noises
They crawl down the hall

A voice calls me back
Too harsh and too loud
It presses repeat
Til I throw my thoughts out

Then go back on standby
Til the final bell rings
When I shrug it all off
And pack up my things