school

The early morning crying

turns to laughter in the afternoon

as a hundred fifty bodies work

and warm up to the room

and their parents left, they're all alone

but summer's coming soon

and a celebration's planned for later

so there's not too much to do

movement throughout

walking in lines

to pre-determined destinations

like living on a battleship

with strict un-waivering expectations

and they make their own society

speaking their own language

layered underneath the rules

and constant observation

an energy spreads among them

and they find their hidden joys

while the good ones sit in silence

and the bad ones play with toys

somehow it seems no one looks up

to question why they're here

everybody's just waiting

for the end of another year

but somehow there still flourishes

a garden, and it grows

like the flowers in the cracks

on the pavement in the road

and they all will gather knowledge

and at some point be aware

that the childhood they miss so much

was created for them there