trudging through a sea of knowledge
the only thing anyone acknowledge
is the number set
at the end of the shore
drowned in papers
forced to race
get first place
or you're a disgrace
wisdom comes not from the sea
wisdom taught you to swim
'on your marks, get set, go'
stamina would bring you far
but technique would bring you further
yearning for a chance
to get those full marks
papers infiltrate my lungs
words, numbers, symbols
determine your fate
the correct answer
determines your state
bring out a belt
buckle in
the number inversely proportional
to the number of whips
YOU ARE READING
The lone window
PoesíaPoetry, possibly. . Feelings seem to come out in words, words can cut and scar, scars can help to make one become better. It is either you climb up or you fall. I chose to fall.
