How do I put these things into a cup with two handles
It's far too enormous
Ho do you expect me to be a genius
When I am not a bell
How do you expect me to come out the best
I don't have a full cup like you expect me to

Students walking
with garments shaped bougusly
Hiding physical features
Cliched in containers that aids my speed

Legs moving, running, flying
Shoutings, scoldings, laughters, advice
made by those we wished 'black out'

Have you ever wondered why you do things
at their first command
Have you ever thought about the fact that
you wont and can't retaliate
Have you ever cared about the fact that
they have some influence over you
I believe we are sired

21st century youngsters show Moxie's
but fail

We are made to sit inside squares;
cold walls and bars
Dive into our books from dusk to dawn
Listening to the chant of our masters

Many things are forgotten
The friends, the fun, the Hicks,
The lies, the punishment of laughter, the weather
The construction, the fools

I came across Hawk, Captain, Hydra,
Nemo, Lookey, the players, and lot more
All these make up my stay in this Red and Brown tent