A Student's Lament

Its a trap that leaves few survivors-
These days we spend living routinely.
Through the halls walk the imitations,
Flickering replicas, all alike, save a few.

Dreams are momentarily repressed
In the cloud of childish adolescence.
Rarely do any rise above the push, the pull,
Of conformity.

For those that do it can be a lonely place,
Where few allies can be found.
Yet one day soon their time will come,
To join the world with equal opportunity.