My imaginations painted a picture
That told a lot of stories
It had many desirable features
That has achieved glories
I had an obsession with the fact
That I was coming to a wonderful place
I made myself a pact
To run and win the race
I found in school more than I bargained
And though I thought would be free
Here; many times I have been restricted
To do only what all eyes can see.
Even though with three more years I’ve got no choice
I hope to leave this place and rejoice.