There is nothing quiet like being forced to sit an exam
On the first day of spring.
Having to sit and stare at the same three colours everywhere; white, black and brown.
These are colours of death to me;
These will be the death of me.
I glance backward and peer through
The massive, half-wall window.
The light beyond.
Those skies are a deeper blue
Than ever witnessed
And I never knew how fresh and full grass felt
When spring fell upon us.
There is a single cloud above,
Perfectly content to watch me below
And laugh as the wind freely whisks him where it pleases.
Clouds never have a care in the world.
This god forsaken brown colour;
The desk, window sills, suits
And even the complexion of Mr. Examiner
He could set me free from all this.
He won't, however, I must free myself,
Free from this god damned brown colour.
I must escape this,
Escape this before it affects my soul.
Today, I will have sweet freedom.
Today of days, I will open that door
And we'll fly to the winds content;
Birds and Clouds 'Til Stars Shine Brown.