Red brick walls lock away
within rigid structures must stay
rules seek to contain
dreams of youth running free
empty words upon the wall
equations that nothing contain
teaching the words of long since dust
seeking to stifle youthful dreams
seconds move upon the wall
counting time that never does change
endless hours of endless days
too long years till running free
longing gazes cannot be contained
flights of fancy running free
dreams of that which will never be
unseen by those who would contain
too many die and do conform
crushed by traditions long
death of dreams of youthful days
things that now will never be
kept alive by some not known
youthful dreams hidden away
till the day they may run free
till then born may be