Gliding through the hallways
Surrounded by people I don’t know
Shoulders touching, voices colliding
And I think

How is this any different
Than a place where the condemned go
A residence for the convicts
A place for redemption

Rooms full of people
Voices of authority
Claiming their almighty title
Of power, control

Time burning slowly
Rejected to leave
Nowhere to go
But here

A place to herd the cows
A place for ignorance to bloom
A place that is nothing but

Restricted