wrote about university. very weird... |
The hallways of my school home are empty The light flickers as I turn the corridor There is a girl ghosting down the hall Text books in her arms Her skin is pale ad her hair flaxen Her eyes downcast as she goes in the direction I came I turn into my hall, the colours are faded and dull I open the door to my cell with a sigh. I throw my books on my messy bed and sit at my desk The colours in my cell leap out at me The posters and my books, outlawed due to individuality My text books glare at me, telling me to work I know I am drowning in conformity The jailors knock on my door I freeze They tell me to open the door or else They have finally come for me I open the door and they walk in They tear my posters and take my books “You must study You must focus on your work” They say as they leave All I have left are the tatters of my mind I sit on my bed and cry The colours already fading from my mind My sanctuary bleeding away The siren rings and like good little automatons We leave our cells and stand in the hall Our jailors count heads One smirking as he walks past me I stand blank faced and ignore him Four more years I say to myself Four more years and I am free But what will be left of the idealistic nineteen year old When she is twenty three? Will I still be me? Or just another face in a crowd of millions? May the minds of tomorrow not be bound By the same restrictions And may I have the strength to show them As their teacher That the world should be filled with colour Even if only in their own minds. |