Sophomore Land

It's that time of year
When school is near
It starts back up
and soon enough
we'll be rarely there but almost here
and erasers will renew their old careers

we'll wear lots of scarves
to keep us warm
at football games
but it's not the same
as that time when we watched hand in hand
and smiled at the kids in marching band

well there's a boy
in history class
I take a glance
he smiles back
often I can't help but simply laugh
with those silly billy hopes of sweet romance

in sophomore land
it's hard to stand
way to profound
to stay on the ground
we read and write
to keep in sight
those goals to reach
that teachers teach

and leaves fumble tumble bumble to the ground
to sleep until the snow comes safe and sound
and leaves fumble bumble stumble to the grass
with those sill frilly hopes of sweet romance