10 minutes of class left
A wait that puts my patience to the test
Nothing but the sound of my pencil on paper
And soft breathing as my classmates read
But I already finished my book
And I can't pack up
Yet
So here I sit, here I stay,
Waiting for the end of the school day. 
Just paper and pencil and endless daydreams
Stories to never be told, it seems
But time I have,
So on paper I can write!
But the daydreams are too crowding, too tight,
And nothing comes to me.