WALKING OUT THE ROOM

The blades of the fan
Journey in their unending cycle
around its axis, above my head.
The closed doors and windows
Lock me inside this room of words and lessons.
I look in front, at the very source;
The authority who takes it for granted
That I come to his territory for knowledge.
Sitting at the same spot for years
Teaching new citizens brimming with youth and vigour,
With monotony that overpowers
The unique young souls dreaming in this very room.

I look around at the juvenile faces,

Caged Inside a World of Words

The acceptance on their tranquil visages
Creates a panic in the depths of my soul.
Do they not see it?
Do they not feel it in their bones?
Use your voice!
These words, these opinions.
All that we are told to know,
Is it enough? Is it relevant?
Question them!
Question them again and again!

Not inside, but outside these walls
The reality calls me,
The truth is waiting to be discovered.
How can I sit idle amongst these souls
    deaf to the cries of the world?
How can I listen to these words
    long lost their meaning?
Years of monotony hasn't changed the reality.
Years of knowledge hasn't changed our flaws.
Then why am I wrong when I cry for a change?

These concrete walls can
    no longer lock my dreams in.
The closed doors and windows can
    no longer blind me from the truth.
His voice can no longer drown the screams outside.
I stand up amidst the sighs of surprise.
Walking out the room, I free my soul,
I welcome the change, I finally live my life.