There she goes.
Right on schedule.
I’ve got her timing down to a formula, and my neck snaps every time she passes by…
I think that’s the reflexive property.
If she were in my class, then maybe I could actually concentrate…
Nah.
I’d only break her shape down to each complex fragment.
I’m lost.
I want to get in her box, but I bet she’s already in a love triangle…and she’d prolly think I’m too square to be in her inner circle.
Well, I’ll just keep on sizing her measurements,
I know I should pay more attention, but I don’t care—why lie?
I can’t decipher all this hard geometry…
Not when
I’m still stuck on π.
The solution to the problem of all this distance is proving to her that we’d make congruent complements. Now I gotta wait another week for this equation to apply…or at least for another chance to Imagine
While everyone in class is copying the teacher, I’m here doing my own work:
It’s 10,080 minutes until our points meet again—
for just another 5 Seconds.
From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy
Copyright © 2013 Clyde Aidoo
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