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

 

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