Daydreams

A bird--it flies through clouds of ice,
A dog barks crisp and low.
Through the window, freedom calls,
Daydreams of frost and snow.

Eyes are glazed in study hall,
No spark of interest.
Thoughts of joy and happiness
Are in this room repressed.

"Need to leave! We must escape!"
My instincts shout to me.
A slave to clocks and ringing bells,
Fragmented sanity.

The little knowledge I've retained,
Is bleeding out my ears.
This is all I have to show
For all these wasted years.