Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

Fragments

Are schools made to free our minds
or to chain us down a cold cave?
Are we in factories already prepared to be in a grave?
Let me discover the world of Ideals!

But the light is too bright for my eyes to see,
Ideas seem too complex and unbearable.
Is this whole dream even viable?
I walk in and out of this learning spree,

trying to remember what I grasped during the day;
maybe everything has flown away,
as I cannot seem to understand where I am.
Save me
one
last
time.

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