Class Commences

We scurry to straighten all our papers

A shuffling sound of mangled sheets

If only we had more staplers

to fill the air with metallic beats

But the work is due and class commences

bringing about the restriction of our brains

it's a world of learning between papery fences

where imaginations drown, bound to single lanes

Though we drown, we'll surely resurrect

these lanes, they strengthen us where we're weak

and restriction frees us more than we'd suspect

drawing us to the very dreams we seek