Inside the four corners of this room

To where knowledge and ideas should bloom.

There are artist and musicians trapped,

with their own propositions, cut and snapped.

 

There’s  a scientist failing in Phys. Ed,

coming home every night crying in his bed.

A future producer is having trouble with Math,

not knowing he has a different path.

 

This building is where the future is made,

where the basis of your future is your grade.

Inside this room I feel like a fool,

but isn’t that the opposite of school?