schoolwork

I'm told to write,
So write I do;
Compelled to read
And think things through.

But days fly by,
And months: each hour
I feel a sinking weight
(and sour).

Writing quicker,
Reading more
Of simple things
I've seen before:

Oh, the heavy load
Of light, light things
Piled in the way
Of deep pondering!

If time is crushed
For petty papers,
And life on hold
For cheap endeavors,

If now my work
Is left unsealed,
Imagine, self,
When work is real!

But embellish I must,
As a blabbering fool,
Putting off true thought
In the paradox of school.