The Institution (Poem)

Everywhere here there's closed windows, closed doors.

Monitoring our every move, so that's how it goes.

Being forced to acquire knowledge on stuff we don't like,

and how about that cafeteria food, yikes!

Weekdays full of torture,

weekends full of stress.

Did you do your homework?

Did you study for the test?

I learn more from past events,

than from boring books I can't comprehend.

Why is this necessary? I want to do my own thing.

Why waste years on something, that's just memory.