School is a system

A system filled with white walls and markerboards

Contemptuous and catastrophic ideals

Anxious students with temperaments seemingly bewildered

Even though,

With so many conniving entrances

Convuluted, ever so seductive

Nippy palms with beads of perspiration

An awkwardly encompassed decorum

Excavating the trenches

Under an ironnically illusive fluoroscent light,

I am fancying the comfort of ingenuity and freedom

Questioning is intellectual learning

That only of a system

Or a monotony illustrated with unsuspecting chance