The city was better left a forest
Mismatched houses and jigsaw streets
The sidewalk a disarray of steps
Leaves would’ve been a calmer set
The education system has always been
A mess of structure and curved guidelines
Thinking outside of the box
Into a bigger box
As if we could forget the existence of it
I didn’t ask for this,
To be struck with questions
Detours and reroutes
Interference and miscommunications
And most annoyingly
The weather changes.
I don’t even know where this poem is going,
Maybe its Maybelline.
I’ve stopped looking for definites
For promises and full stops.
I might not know the full truth anymore,
Settling for exaggerations and unspoken lies.
And that’s why,
Become it’s my favourite word,
An infinite nebula of uncertainties and possibilities
The utter meaninglessness lost with the stars
And two syllabus