the school

The school is the only thing he knows 
With invisible walls like the fence around the house
That keeps the dog close

A book shelf sits in his room, essentially empty
Full of titles he did not choose

In the distance
There is a vague outline of the alternative

He sees it one way but describes it another
Harsh and gray
and he can’t figure out which is right.

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