Exam
Yeah, a random poem I wrote when I should have been paying attention in English. I would not sit my exam But rather sit and lie, spinning my thoughts Under the green tree of summer Where I live free as air and My spirit reaches beyond reaches, to rows upon rows of minds Opening me to new ideas: I beg them, lead away my soul forever. Do not leave me, I beg them too, To write with cramp for those who cannot write: Words weep and struggle on their page in endless strife, Fixed in grey forms, stumbling over themselves. Don't leave me to their red pens and dark lines, their regulations, Dark narrow minds who'd narrow mine as well. Rather, give me back my apple tree, Give me back my summer, Give me back thoughts, feelings, words spoken On fleeting air, with fear and love of nothing Save for liberty.