In a Biology class, my sight faints off and my pupils struggles for light;
In a History class, I dream warily, for she loves me, but I'm sanguine being me;
During an English lesson, conscience pushed against rationalism. Just subconsciously, I share less love in compositions;
In a Mathematics class, all I could distinguish were stars, for the magician's throne - twas ignorantly inherited;
In a Chemistry class, I get amused, quaintly quoting my teacher without being the least riveted, theoretically;
It's mundane. And twas my Monday so!
"Down to the last thought in my head.."
