A new semester begins
the same cycle
all over again.
each student looks like a victim
of a humiliating public beheading.
running and spinning
on the same old wheel,
remaining in a fixed spot.
The future seems distant and bleak,
all this running is exhausting
and we are reaching nowhere –
we are only getting slimmer.
they are saying that the finish line
is quite near.
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