Head in the clouds

The world was soft today,
drifted down from the senseless shapes,
and pushed through by winged forms, 
to form whisps once-again.

The classroom was loud, 
with sounds of distractions frowned upon,
by teachers, 
who are more gentle and softspoken,
to get my attention.
Though the scenes outside,
hold my more significant intentions.
To pay attention.

Darkened shapes,
heavy intentions,
the release,
the let-down,
the bell rings,
as my thoughts drift back away, 
from the scene outside to the empty class,
in which I sit.