School (poem)

School

Sitting at a desk, rows, collums

Listening, learning, hearing what he is saying

Writing as he speaks keeping us with

The pace, like a race

A mile

In the beginning taking down all you can

To stay with him and not get left behind

Behind the pack, the group

You eventually set into the pace, put yourself

On cruise control

Control yoor thoughts, his thoughts

And formulate them onto paper

The blank white paper with lines

Now gray with writing

Art, the geometric shapes of communication

Like words it spreads

The knowledge across the room,

Across the campus

Across the state, nation, world

Amazing isn’t it, the plague of art

Like an anti virus for ignorance this place, this establishment

School

Talking about my biology class at the beginning of school when I liked it, I wrote “Not a place I have to be, a place I chose to be. Not all get the chance to be here, so think in the most positive way. Ironic I ended up thinking entirely different later huh.