On my right is the 'place of learning',
That is supposed to 'cultivate my sense of yearning
For greater things'.
In actual fact, is squashes the arts;
Strangling and ripping my creative brain apart.
Starting the cycle of demolishment.
On my left is the outlet of my creative aptitude,
Releasing my artistic and innovative attitude.
However, it breeds the bureaucratic ladder,
The hierarchy of those who matter.
Its more than skill to succeed.
From beneath is the 'safe haven' of home.
Families feud as though they condone,
My actions as an outcast.
By myself since the happy times, long past.
I struggle.
From above you watch me. Cradle me. Nurture me.
Need me as though I'm in your future you see.
You share my burden. My beautiful man.
The pressure squeezes from all around. But you're here to help. My escape.
