I am excited,

Now I’m not.

I feel enlightened,

Now I’m sure I’m not.

What is this feeling?

Is it dread?

I’m not quite sure,

So I go to bed.

I wake up from a dream,

About my next adventure.

Changing school,

Like changing wheels on a tractor.

This feeling is weird,

Uncomfortable-if you will.

I see a man with a beard,

Taking my bill.

I’m only eleven,

So have me mercy.

I’m starting year seven,

I’m slightly thirsty.

These thoughts make my mouth dry,

I’m from London.

I want to cry,

This city is strange not fun.

They said my life would be easy,

Because I’m smart.

They said life would be breezy,

But I’m fascinated by Egyptian art.

Will they teach me hieroglyphics?

I hope they do.

I don’t fancy physics.

I wonder about them too.

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