Smiling face with open mind,
Hunger for every single line,
Teacher gives and keeps on giving,
Maybe he’ll do that for a living.
Information stacked on a cluttered
desk,
Expanding mind grows unchecked,
No limits set for this child’s journey,
No barriers to his lust for learning.
Papers, comics, books, all random,
Documentaries, Krypton Factor,
An information flooded brain,
Bright future beckons, foundations
lain.
Colour filled dreams and crazy
notions,
Fantasy worlds, dragons and goblins,
Endless wars in untamed lands,
Spilled from the pen of a dreamer’s
hand.
Through time winds shift and headings
change,
Educators churn out assembly lines,
Worker bees for a dull grey hive,
Empty souls from nine to five.
Visions repressed, a slave to logic,
Team building, networking, a life
methodic,
Quest for knowledge gone with the
time clock,
Fantastic dreams dead, shattered on
the rocks.
Or should blame be my own,
Not the tutors or the hives,
Did I give up too easily,
And send my adventures to die.
Too easy to conform,
To choose the shorter path,
Chase the herd to Dystopia,
Imagination, in the earth.
So chase what a child aspires to,
Take the lesser followed road,
Listen to your imagination,
Before life decides to let you go.
