School

built with the future,
and so many times held together with the past.
conjured in the blink of an eye;
behold, the powers of the mind amassed.
Sometimes made with forever in mind,
and some others meant to be trashed.
reflections of this,
and other possibilities of that.
Education is a degree,
with sometimes just more memories
created under a cap.
Echoes of the mind,
repeated countlessly,
seemingly, Without end.
the destiny of the truth,
in time, will it bend?