I am bored during my third period class.

<i>This Chimera Unknown</i>

Life changing into a momentary chimera unknown,
Decorated by the presence of alcoholic moans,
Muffled in the distance—
Just four blocks away from home.

This chimera is strange;
It’s a walk in the snow.
And with white that is so curing
I am no longer alone.

But accompanying my presence is a girl I barely know.
Only recently have we met.
Hardly does it show,
But there she is in this chimera unknown.

And we danced in the snow,
Together, twirling, hand in hand
Through this world no one will understand
And praying nothing will make it end.

Not the crashing of the vases,
Not the slamming of the fists,
Poverty is yelling,
But away I am in bliss.

But, alas, the chimera is ending,
Fleeting inside my mind.
Quickly, I hold her hands
And try my hardest not to cry.

As our lips clasped together,
The world has also crashed,
And my ears were filled with torment
As the voices returned to fact.