I sit in this lone room.

Full of others but still no joy.

These lessons being beaten into my mind.

I don't want to learn this, these requirements.

I want to learn of my passions,

My life goals, my loves.

The teacher continues, not knowing,

The thoughts blocking out their words.

"You can do better than this" they say.

I am doing better,

This mind is more complex than anything.

You've never seen a mind this bright.

But you can't test a fish's intellect,

By asking it to climb a tree.

I am the fish,

This school is the tree.

The class is a prsion,

my mind wants to be free.