Free

White walls, white floors, white lights galore 

Time ticks by, while my eyes struggle to stay open

This is my prison, no bars nor matching uniforms

But uniformity is expected, and applauded

Textbooks and Lecture, leads to lack of creativity

doubled down by a lack of empathy

I FEAR that 

I want freedom

I'm driven by freedom, It flows through my blood

Freedom to think, to say, to do, to believe

Why should I trust the words in books written by others

Churchill said " history is written by the victor"

what if the victor was my enemy?

Should I bow and accept, or fight with every inch of me?

I'm inspired to change things

To progress and move forward

Old ways of thinking die

So why shouldn't I kill them faster?

To change the world, I must change myself

Improve and learn

Approach with an open mind because that is how my eyes stay open

In these white halls, white floors with white lights galore