Higher, higher education

 A road unravels like kenophobic string,

pull and crawl along to see what lies at the end.

At the end of the string, a boat.

Shallow and meek, robust then fragile

when climbing in and naively hope not to sink.

 

Collisions under bridges

with other punting competitors,

or are they just tourists?

A suspicion of the mind,

resilient in silent critique.

Do you wish to stay here?

I would quit if I were you.

 

Acceptance is the true gauntlet.

A paranoia of bodies of crowds bear down

with potential superiority,

it keeps their boat afloat as you sink into misery.

Swish...

glide like pond skaters

and peer jealously at the fairytale

beyond tacky black plastic fences and the emerging block of 

vigilant hill.

 

Too clean buildings,

ivory walls bleed ivy,

an architectural wound sported majestically.

A u-turn and I turn to see them again.

Those lucky few,

feet gracing the greener grass and pulling in the legacy with each careless step.

I want to walk with them.

Looking at left and right,

I am surrounded by the dark liquid that whispers futility

and signs that scold and protrude like thorny authority.

"NO MOORING".