Caught red-handed

How happy are school kids?

Are rewards and recognition the only thing?

Are they?

The curriculum is not the same. 

Mentors will guide them in their own ways.

Now the former is just the thing.

It gets me wondering if the previously learnt subject was only the need.

Sensing an idea to steal someone's notebook to succeed. 

Just then my emotions are getting blended, 

Having the thought of getting caught red-handed.

We are like the indigent population,

No mercy, only time limits!

Now smart headed is the only way to be on top.

It gets me wondering if we can be in those special positions, 

Sensing an idea to peep into someone's answer sheet to solve my paper

Just then my emotions are getting blended

Having the thought of getting caught red-handed.

What are the adjectives? I think I know

The teacher was quite happy though,

Full of joy like a vivid rainbow.

I watch him look at me and say hello.

He asked me to stand, as I shake

He laughs until his bellyache

The only other sound's the break

Of distant waves and birds awake

The answer is perfect, gorgeous, and deep

As expected was answered by someone so sure and keen

But he has promises to keep

He gave another question, as I repeat

Sensing an idea to look down to answer that strange question

Just then my emotions are getting blended

Having the thought of getting caught red-handed.

It was the time for the school inspection

The moralistic disapproval 

Above all others is the condemnation

Does condemnation make you feel rejected?

Does it?

I saw careful inspection of my generation destroy

Little inspection sings like mandatory bodies

Finally, I mourned and wanted to leave the classroom

Now briefing is just the thing

Sensing an idea to call my class teacher to guide me through this

Just then my emotions are getting blended

Having the thought of getting caught red-handed

Just like the oblong world, is the school life

I cannot help but stop and look at these swift ravages

It's the relay race competition on day one

and she falls behind the bush

Seeing the wallowing of the ghost,

I think she was angry at the command post.

Sensing an idea to take over her without following a single rule.

Just then my emotions are getting blended,

Having the thought of getting caught red-handed.

My perfect net, you inspire me to write

Invading my mind day and through the night.

Always dreaming about the pleasant mystique,

I love to always hunt, prepare, and dream

Let me compare you to those featured sparrows,

You can reach to height, despite many sorrows.

You are more leathered when you chose to work hard.

How do I love working? Let me count you the ways.

I love the style of writing, reading, and understanding

Thinking of my subject filled my days,

My love of studying is now at maximum amplitude.

Now my emotions are not so blended,

As I never fear being caught red-handed.