Poetry about the classroom

A net

Tie everyone up

But always eager.

That illusory freedom

I walked in by myself.

Just like the same fish

Keep going, keep fighting

The front is so deep and vast that it is a nightmare.

cold

Gloomy weather

I drink pigeons to quench my thirst.

Become a slave

Flesh of desire

Disturb a pool of ghosts

Fly separately

Split up and escape

Fate refuses to wander.

Moths chase fire.

That's a belief.

Stealing is a crime.

Later people told me that.

I have nothing.

Clothes are on me.

The shoes are lying under your feet.

Food is still waiting to die in the stomach.

I stole it.

I am guilty.

We have nothing.

We are all committing crimes.

I am natural.

Nature has no attributes.

No stealing

No crime

Society is just an agreement.

The goddess of wisdom told me that I was wandering.

Your so-called freedom.

It's just a cloudy glass of wine at midnight.

Getting also means losing.

So I always choose empty-handed.

Fate refuses to wander.

Moths chase fire.

That's a belief.