The melancholy song of the birds fills my ears as they fly by my window.I don’t care to listen.I don't care to ask.The melancholy tone of the teacher's voice fills the room, but I do not care to listen.I only hear the beats of music in my ears.And I do not care to ask the teacher.For the teacher has no answers of what could fill my melancholy soul.Yet I do not dare ask the question that lies on the tip of my tongue.For I do not care.For I cannot listen.What fills your melancholy mind?