About School (3)

Part 3 : The transformation

After that his mother brought him a tie
and he always drew airplanes and rocket ships like everyone else.
And he threw the old picture away.

And when he lay out alone looking at the sky,
it was a big and blue
and all of everything,
but he wasn't anymore.

He was square inside
and brown,
and his hands were stiff,
and he was like anyone else.
And the thing inside him that needed saying didn't need saying anymore.

It stopped pushing.
It was crushed.
Stiff.
Like everyone else.