Apples and Blackberrys
The fruits of your belonging
On the table… place of prominence
Screaming ‘look at me!’
Clinging to their network
As you do to yours

Talking to your colleagues
Eyes flitting from one to other
As your fingers anxiously search
The table next to your glass
Constantly seeking the reassurance
Of your disconnected connectivity

Voices compete with ringtones
Over the rumble of the traffic
And the hollow echoes of your laughter
I can’t help but ask myself
Where are you?
Are you really there?

People say I need an education
That it is good for me
They say education is the best ******* thing in the world
They are blind
They don't see what education is doing to us
But I do

I see people going to work all day everyday
Then going on vacation and working on their blackberrys in the tropics
And me, I go to school all day
And come home to more school at home
Little 'take home' work
I get excited to go on vacation
For what?
I go on vacation just to tell curious strangers about school

I see people tearing their hair out because a report is due the next day
I see people miss their best friend's birthday because they had to work
I see people cancel vacation so that they can work
I see people lose sleep because they are stressed

So you see that this amazing thing called education is killing us
But you don't, because if you did you would do something
They all think I am a juvenile because I refuse to go to collage, to get a good job
But I know that it will be me that lives a happy life

I'm alone now
Night sounds
Cicadas chirp incessantly.
The rain falls so softly
I know that no one's around

Blackberrys on the ground,
Wilting
The wind curls around me
No shelter
The  echos bounce around me
No sleep

When I get home, they'll be nothing to eat
But my good intentions