The Guild Of A Fool – A Poem

by Jun 3, 2001Poetry

it’s so hard to focus on school
when your thoughts wonder ’round
then you notice you drool
the dust under your feet is the ground
of an imaginary realm
that was never found
you’re bound –
to enter that kingdom once more

the long journeys – not P.E.- why your feet are sore
no maths, no science, there exists no such bore
the shadow of the Dragon Gate – not a classroom door
you mistake the grey as a marble floor
and it’s not a teacher, it’s your tutor of lore
you’re not waiting for lunchbreak, but for the Great War

you find yourself on the ground
right after the school bell sound
but as soon as you’re in the next class
you’re bound –
to sit in the emerald green grass


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