A Stretch of Infinity

The heat,the flow,and numbers more yet,
Time drifted at a stationery speed through the maze,
As this short,old,grey-haired clone Gandhi,
Lectured me black n' blue in face.

Desperately wanted I, to kill someone,
This someone being time personified,
Time dilated at a rate Einstein dare dream of,
I just sat,white and petrified.

Pensive too blank,no thoughts it stir,
Just,"Who are you,to teach me,sir?",
words held underneath my Adam's fruit,
His lullaby played on,on a very shrill flute.

Symbols on chalk board,arrow heads,
Too religious for me to understand,
My singular soul,amongst all dead,
Feet sinking in the soil of a freaky land.

Habitual to sweet night tell tales,
That drool me off too deep,
Somehow I closed my eyes and ears,
And just rolled off to sleep.

A roll call caught me off guard,
In lieu of which I came,
Too anxious to cover the wrong just done,
Screwed yet another name.

Rang just the bell,the gong echoed,
Ran I out of the class,
Had not the nerves,the guts or balls,
Orator one more surpass.