white noise

We sit
and listen
to smart people
with college degrees
talk
about nothing
about chemistry
and history
and other things
so easily forgotten
I twiddle my thumbs
and glance out the window
(big mistake)
I watch the clouds rolling by
and the dandelions blow 'cross the schoolyard
and the chemistry
and history
is drowned out
by the white noise
of my imagination
and other things
that aren't so easily forgotten.