Solid, unbreackable, sturdy and undetermined
Quiet, taciturn, its sound is itself
Dark, dull, indoctrinating yet its rehabilitating
For whose sake, it amazes me
A bare brick in my prison cell
It hardly gives me any reason why I’m in it either
I’m just a victim, a prisoner of desire
A desire of political and capitalistic manufacture
Crafting, condensing, displacement, containment
Rigging, ‘mumming’, mugging and gagging
Busying, impacting, brainwashing and drying
We were born into it
We are living in it
We will die into it
We need to renounce this weird birth
Prisoners of our academia
The solace of our circumstances
A solace bare brick in my prison cell
It has become my friend
I’m used to it
Its solace silence and nothingness
It gives me blind pictures of what is outside there
Where my hopes used to be
I regret for them not to have take such a stance
I regret for them yet I’m their victim
