The windows in the library
has iron bars,
and glass panes
that blur the distant leaves.
The words in books
represent confusion,
most of the time nonsense,
only a few make sense.
Professors pretend,
drag us nowhere,
far from my reality to
other's dream
where I force and insert mine.
She irritates me to the core,
talking and preaching
unethical lessons to the silent listeners
who dare not disrupt her class.
who dare not disrupt her class.
Seemingly a superior creature,
behind the podium,
she earns her living
mocking her colleague
for one hour.
Thus, the class goes on
while I damn my choice
and scribble the damnation
on this page
Hoping to find a purpose!
