Sitting in the rear of the classroom
Reclining in my chair
From math homework to syllables
My thoughts wander everywhere

Holy crap, it's like Inception
I'm thinking of my thoughts
And even now in lines of chorus
Expressing them for nought

Pointlessly I continue onward
With writing most verbose
Whilst pointlessly you continue onward
Considering my prose

A third verse now is written
A third verse now you read
A third verse now is ended

A bridge is what this be

Sitting in the rear of the classroom
Reclining in my chair
From symmetry to poetry
My thoughts wander everywhere