A Studen't Point Of View..

Boredom in my class was what drove me to write this poem. It's the first poem i've written in a while, so it might be a bit rusty. Comments and criticism are welcome!

so dull.. the echoes of my teachers voice..
i am trapped here
in a dungeon, disguised as a classroom
but not so much

in the forest closeby,
i can hear the sweet melodies of freedom
how the birds chirp and flutter their wings and take flight
but i cannot swim in that ocean
instead drown in a sea of reccuring voices



20 minutes later,
and i am still here,
the old record continues to play with a monotonous grey.

The future of tomorrow are being bleached,
NO, they do not know the meaning of fun.
Life is bursting with colours,
each of us colourful,
yet Notes, questions, and answers
all in black and white
like their souls anchored, unable to take flight

Many ride this train,
thinking they are on the right track
yet year after year
it becomes more of a trainwreck

we come, so filled with hope and dreams
only to find out, school is not what it seems,
this institute ran by fools and deception,
so filled with rules,
yet offer no protection.

but this is how is has been decided,
blindly driving our selves deeper and deeper
into this marathon
into a merciless rat race
in the circle of life.

it makes me wonder... am i a man?
OR a Mouse?