Chains
I need to run
to feel the wind in my hair
the sun in my eyes
and nothing above but sky
The dream runs wild
while I’m shackled to this desk
a pen forced in my hand
and my mind in a far away land
A blank page glares at me
as I write the words that aren’t mine
too brainwashed to breakout
too unsure to freak out
The alarm above screams
Shuffled feet and slumped shoulders
Forced in a maze of class to class
When all I really want is a field of grass
This window is open
And a breeze flies in
But it's only a reminder
Of what could have been