Today's Topic: A Poem I just Randomly Wrote

I just love poems I randomly write, and apparently you seem to like them too.
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My Mind

Organized, definite order
it surrounds me.
Rules for everything
specific for this and that.


Exact guidelines before me
my mind drifts off
this is boring.
Do not stray from the lines.


This is not focused, points taken off
what would it be like to fly?
What if I just flew out of this room?
Why can't you pay attention, like everyone else?


Here is the specific learning environment-
white board white walls
rows of desks, numbers and letters...
Everything off your desk, listen up!


I'm fidgeting, I'm so bored...
that cloud looks like a dragon,
what would it be like to be a bird?
Everything understood?


Of course not, you're too boring
I wish I could get out of here...
I could travel the world
I could go to space.


One step at a time
Get past this first.
My mind is racing
do other people think this way?