A shrill noise pierces the numbness
the brain awakes
awareness settles in
to a stampede of sound

bodies rush out the doors
while chains desperately try
to drag the souls back into
the building of sorrow

while energy returns
in a mirage of colors
to those of whom
it was stolen from

Golden rays splash across the skin
of those now free
to let the mind soar
off into the wind

the confines are broken
and the chains severed
while the spirits roam free
to do what they wish

but the imprint is still there
so easily renewed
to take back what has escaped
as the cycle continues

for their is no escaping
what every kid has come to loath
those dreaded eight hours
that make up the School Day