In halls of learning, where minds are freed,
I found myself trapped, in a sea of reads,
Books towered high, like prison walls,
Poetry and themes, my constant calls.

I wandered through pages, lost and alone,
Searching for answers, in lines overthrown,
Themes and motifs, like whispers in the dark,
Echoes of meaning, forever left to mark.

The weight of words, a burden to bear,
Analysis and critique, a constant glare,
The pressure to perform, a race to win,
Leaving me breathless, with a soul to mend.

In this asylum of academia, I searched for a door,
A way to escape, from the chaos I adored,
But the more I read, the more I felt confined,
A prisoner of knowledge, forever left behind.

But then I broke free, from the asylum's gate,
And entered the real world, with a hesitant fate,
I saw the...