Is this all it is to you ?
Just another place,
Another page in the book of our
                                                             ­                     Life.
For some it is their sculptor.
Crafting them,
Into the pinnacle of knowledge.

Drawing out that special someone
In them.
Whatever's best, they will
                                                                ­                  Present.
Others see it as a light house.
A compass,
Guiding, leading them over
                                                            ­                      Obstacles.
If anyone was to ask me,
This place,
Is part jail part heaven.

Despite holding many warm memories,
Some are tainted,
Results of my abandonment.

Distracted by the life outside,
Beyond
This perfect school, life still presents obstacles
                                                       ­                           To
                                   ­                                               Overcome.