It's Just Me

It is a train to no-where.

The destination might be a goal in your mind,

but it could all disappear once no-thingness sets in.


The learning environment,

once called a school,

is after all, a mass storytelling event.


Imagine that without rules, tests and grades.

Just you and your keenness.


There is nothing more rewarding,

to actually be the mission, vision and values,

than doing it for the image, fear and surveillance.


Notice yourself the next time,

when you are right in front of a big bleached white canvas.


Are you making the mark,

from most or least resistance?



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