Freedom of Thought

Freedom of thought in an educators land is a non-existant argument of how to stop dissent.
The peace that I know, is only in my mind; it’s a self-absorbed, underrated, overstated kind.
I’m agitated. My complicated, antiquated allegation invalidated.

My mind is racing past walls I’m chasing, breaking down…

Education. It’s cancelation.
There’s a temptation of negation with the translation of creation to dictation. What’s this I’m saying?
We demand uniform creative work can’t stop to think or change. And I can’t move.
There’s a fixation on the art of sitting still. No thoughts allowed.
It’s deprivation in world so stuck on regulation.

We demand the the strongest, the fastest, to be the best above the rest.
You can’t consent to dissent or realize the prize is not the path you seek.
In a competition of tradition we race ahead ‘till we are dead and wonder why we won’t be happy as we are.

Fuck education. I don’t need this mindless, heartless thing that wants to dispossess me of my soul.
We’re no more than the bore that we’re taken for - the score’s stopped, your core’s swapped. Our minds are changed to clay.
I’d like to speak of what I seek, but there’s nothing more to say…..