sleeping in the sun

i sat with pensive hands
beneath my thighs
knowing all the while
the bell would ring
signaling the end
of this cycle of life

set by unseen hands
a fool to time was i
as i stared outside the
closed doors in solemn wonder
until life's silhouettes passed by
and reminded me

of the days without walls
and words that chide
driving anywhere
my own scheduled playtime
and sleeping...
sleeping in the sun

i still walk those halls
sometimes and peer in
from the outside
the room is filled with still air
musty and cold
and i can hear the familiar tone
of condescendence

unnerved by the familiarity
i walk away
down the corridor
to the light
at the end of the hall
i push the doors wide
open with determined hands
and breathe in the air of freedom