I sit around; my eyes flare up above.

A ceiling, a window, a door

A table, the math teacher, the floor

-All are fancy decorations

To fanciful educational cells

 

I sit around; my eyes flare up above

My fugitive mind at work

‘How can I escape four thick walls and my prison mates?’

I abandon being a prisoner

As I sport the theater actor in me.

 

I stand up now, my eyes looking sick

‘I want to go to the toilet Ma’am!’

-I think I have done well enough.

 

‘No Mr., 35 minutes before bell rings

Go sit down at the edge and sleep’

-Says math teacher,

With calculated words.

 

I sit around, my eyes flare up above.

A ceiling, a window, a door

A table, the Math teacher, the floor

-All of which I have to see

Before I could go outside these thick classroom walls.