Locked In A Classroom

The shrill voice roused me,

I was back again from another reverie,

Drifting on and on smoothly,

Like a wonderful bird,

My eyes now riveted on the white curves,

Drawn meticulously on a black board,

I spotted the marked difference in the colors,

The obvious contrast is drawn out before me,

I too was only black and white.

The farther I tried to ease away

With my distrait consciousness,

The teacher's impatience mounted,

I was past the fear, and if fear cannot

Hold down a rebellious mind,

Nothing else can.

I am loose from myself,

Perhaps I'm losing myself,

But losing is not always a loss,

That I know.