This town I grew up
Stares down at you from above
Makes rules through the alphabet
Won't listen or love
A surface approach
Directed to reproduce
No freedom to contribute
I sat down alone
If I can't learn all that I want to learn
It's the same as not learning anything at all
I sat for an hour
I sat for another hour
The words all washed over me
I reached for a pen
I started with squares
I moved on to pentagons
I'd tessalate hexagons
I need something more
And I painted skylines and countrysides
And sketched intricate pencil lines across the page
As my questions echoed around the room
I woke up and decided to start again...
