Any Trowbridge

I take my test daily.
I know I am always right,
preserving what's correct and erasing what's wrong,
There is an objective answer. 
But how can I say this when I don't hold the red pen?

My plant is dying.
It's leaves are turning brown. 
I could give it more water,
Or I could pull its roots from the ground.

The dog's mouth is foaming and he barks at his bath.
I learned how to help at school,
how to stop his illness.
Just prevent the virus of a living host.
So as my ears ring, Father walks in with the dog's medicine.

The group of students were of a higher existence than others.
They had directed their wills toward the truth,
and acted upon that will.
It is right to fight for the good, and just to punish evil.
For the worst aspect of evil is that evil thinks it is aimed at the good.

The dog's mouth is foaming and he barks at his bath.
I learned how to help at school,
how to stop his illness.
Just prevent the virus of a living host.
So as my ears ring, Father walks in with the dog's medicine.

I sang a song at dusking time
 Beneath the evening star,
And Terence left his latest rhyme
 To answer from afar.

Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
 And sighed, "She sings for me."
But Colin slept a careless sleep
 Beneath an apple tree.

I left my dreams beneath the tree,
where silver shadows crossed the ground,
and whispered all the things to me
that no one else had ever found.

The moon was hanging low that night,
a quiet lantern in the blue,
and every star became a light
that somehow led me back to you.

I walked along the empty road,
with yesterday beneath my feet,
carrying every hidden word
I was too afraid to speak.

Then morning slowly touched the sky,
and painted gold across the gray.
I watched the darkness fade and die,
but somehow wished that it could stay.

Because some nights are meant to remain,
like little scars we never hide—
and some memories bloom after rain,
still glowing softly from inside.

two rooms, 
four people divided into two. 
separated all together. 

I,standing out like a moth surrounded by butterflies 
quiet as a mouse beside loud monkeys 
a whole year ahead of me. 
will I become one of them? 
will they come towards me?
 for I am so different. 
I will wait, 
I will wait on the right date.

Somedays I’d rather be working 9 to 5
I’d rather I get up and go
But things are different right now
And I gotta do what I gotta do

These days I ought to be thankful
I have something to get up and do
Cause things are different right now
And somedays I am working

Hmm
You all know it.
I wish I could say
“I had nothing”
Hmm

Hmm
Don’t write that bit.
Don’t waste the day.
No rhythmic ring.
Hmm

Hmm
I will let it sit.
Let the song play.
Let the tears sing.
Hmm